John realized only too late that the decision to bring Sherlock along to a party of one of his old mates was possibly the biggest mistake of his life so far.
They were seated in a cab on the way to the event. Sherlock was muttering quietly to himself again and his hand kept finding it's way through the gap between John's arm and John. The smaller man hurriedly pulled free.
"Jesus, Sherlock. Please don't do this tonight."
Sherlock smirked. "It's going to be...fun," he said dangerously cooly. John cringed at all the things he could possibly mean.
"Sherlock. If you insult these people they will punch you in the face. Understand?"
Sherlock said nothing but did that amazing smirk of his. God, that was so...no, no. Don't do this John. Keep your dignity.
Of course, he knew that would be impossible when Sherlock got started. Worry ate itself inside John's stomach as so many ideas came to mind at how many ways this could go wrong. John counted a few to pass the time.
Sherlock would purposefully insult many, if not all, of the people he'll speak to.
He could get himself into a fight/beaten up. The latter was more likely. John wondered how good Sherlock was at fighting...
He would be an utter dick to every girl John spoke to. Sherlock was very overprotective.
He would behave like a child in front of people who matter when he wanted to go home.
Sherlock would keep sexually harassing him in public. It was a worrying thought anyway but John was dangerously aware that Sherlock was already slightly horny.
John inwardly groaned. What the hell was he thinking, inviting Sherlock along? If he'd gone by himself the evening would pass uneventful. Quiet and pain-free. You idiot, John.
But there was no turning back now. All he could do now was hope that the consequences of the worst decision of his life so far were less painful than he might dare to think.
A/N - So whaddya guise think? Should I continue? :3