"Sherlock you're drunk"
"Impossible"
John begged to differ as he was the one currently stopping Sherlock from landing flat on his face. "I told you not to challenge Lestrade". "But he insulted me John!" The detective gave a childish pout as they moved or rather stumbled up the stairs.
"Whatever you say Sherlock, you're still drunk"
"I'd never allow myself to get.. to get in such a state Joooohn" He slurred and elongated the last word, and reached up a hand, poking John in the cheek.
"Stop that"
"John"
"I have to admit you still speak quite clearly even though you're completely wasted" He pushed open the door, depositing Sherlock on the couch.
"John"
"Sherlock"
"John, your coat is furry"
"Yes, Sherlock"
"Like a cat"
"Yes Sherlock, my coat is made of kittens"
John knew it was wrong to laugh but seeing Sherlock in this state was quite hilarious. "Why is your coat made of kittens John?" Sherlock raised his head, very honestly confused. John laughed harder and threw his coat at Sherlock.
"I think you should change your tailor if they make them from kittens John"
"I'll keep that in mind" He poured a glass of water and handed it to the detective. "Here, drink up, you're gonna have a hell of a headache tommorow". "Not my fault, you wanted to go to the party" He pouted, taking the glass and downing it. "It was a new years party and we were invited."
"So?"
"So, one usually goes to parties if they've been invited"
Sherlock tilted his head, trying to work his drunken mind around that information. "Bu i've been invited before, I never go. 's Stupid. Parties are stupid". "You seemed to enjoy it though, I saw you dancing". Sherlock lay down, his eyes never leaving John's.
"I had to, Anderson challenged me"
"To Thriller?"
"Either that or Walk Like a Dinosaur"
John laughed again, his sides beginning to hurt. "Why are you laughing at me John?" He honestly looked hurt, god he looked so innocent when drunk. "Im sorry, i'd just would have liked to see that"
"I hate Anderson".
"I know Sherlock"
"He won"
"Yes I know Sherlock I was there"
"It wasn't fair John"
John didn't answer that comment, having left and taken a pillow and blanket from Sherlock's room and placing it on and under the detective. "Sleep Sherlock". "Not tired". "I don't care, you should sleep, its been a long night."
"Fine John"
John turned to leave, then turned back. "Why did you come then? If you don't like parties, then why come to this one?"
Sherlock opened his eyes and stared at him.
"Because you wanted me to"
"You only do what you want"
"No, I do what you want too"
"Why?"
"Cause you're my best friend John.." And with that Sherlock fell off to sleep, leaving behind a pink cheeked and almost teary doctor.
"You're my best friend too Sherlock"