Mycroft dumped several documents on the table.
"These are the non-disclosure agreements you will all be required to sign. In addition, all technological recording equipment shall be put aside for the duration of-"
"Wait a moment," Greg interrupted. "I don't recall that being part of the agreement."
"Perhaps that isn't such a bad idea," Sherlock spoke up, looking a bit green.
"Come on, Sherlock, wouldn't you want some evidence of Mycroft's Big Loss?" John coaxed.
"Think of what you could do with a video of Sherlock drunk off his head," Greg urged Mycroft.
The brothers reluctantly agreed.
"Alright, let's set up the rules," the DI began, clearly enjoying himself. "The first one to either fall unconscious, refuse a drink, or bring everything back up, loses." He smirked as he set down a bottle of scotch, and poured two glasses. "One, two, three, begin!"
The glasses were quickly emptied, and just as quickly refilled. By the third round, the contestants were looking green. Stoically, they completed the fourth.
By the fifth, Sherlock turned to Mycroft. "I'm not- not going to be like you. Remember when you told Uncle Ru-Rudy exshactly what you thought of him?"
"Luck-ly, he was ash drunk ash me," Mycroft slurred.
"Yesh," Sherlock agreed. "But then thingsh shtarted getting bad."