I like coffee. I think Sherlock does too.
Coffee. Is. Brilliant.
Of the legal drugs Sherlock allows himself, caffeine is by far his favourite. With a good whole bean triple shot espresso he can actually feel it kick in after consumption, feel the twitch of tired muscles as the stimulant takes effect. There is a distinct increase in his production of dopamine and, whilst it in no way mirrors the effect of any illegal substances he may have injected, snorted or smoked over the years, it does bring pleasure.
Pure fresh coffee, ground by hand and blended with only a little water, taken on an empty stomach can whirr his brain into fevered action, firing off new avenues in his suddenly tangled map of thoughts, searing paths and patterns between information he had never before thought to associate. It is a blissful high, accompanied by shaking hands and eyes blown wide to drink in visual facts, subtle nuances of light and infinitesimal movements.
Soon after he will sense himself once more begin to slow to a tolerable speed, he will feel the sweat drying on his heated skin, the trembling of his fingers increase and his temper fray at the slightest provocation. Nausea will burn in his belly, the juices his coffee had brusquely demanded finding nothing left to consume. The taste left in his mouth will turn bitter.
I still like coffee. Reviews always welcomed!