Sherlock stared at himself in the mirror, scrutinizing his suit, turning this way and that obsessively. John knocked on the open door, wearing a tuxedo.
"Are you sure?" Sherlock asked, facing John
"What?"
"Well, I know that you like it so I decided to skip that part and just ask the second question"
"Oh… than yes, I'm sure" John nodded, and he wasn't lying. The suit was elegant, black with a deep red vest, bothe with intricate designs. Sherlock looked smashing, and it occurred to John that he was probably more nervous about the event than the suit itself. It was just over a month ago that the invitation to the 'First annual Holmes Christmas dinner party'. John agreed to go so Sherlock could have a nice time, and to make sure he actually went. By the time John had left the realm on his thoughts Sherlock was already at the door,
"Come on, let's get this over with"
The Holmes estate was much different than John had imagined. John wasn't sure how he imagined it, disorganized and messy like the flat, perhaps? But it was anyhing but, elegant, large and very put together. They were greeted on the steps by a smug looking Mycroft and Mrs. Holmes . Seeing Sherlock's uncomfortable state, she smiled and said,
"Sherlock, you look breathtaking."