Three months had passed since that night, Molly and Sherlock were now dating they were also a lot more comfortable with each other than they ever thought possible. Molly was now completely different in her style as she was finally dressing confidently and showing off her figure, her and Mary had gone on a huge shopping trip where molly ended up forking out a huge pile of money and got a new wardrobe of clothes. Sherlock was learning to express his feelings better and he was trying really hard not to insult Molly. Even though he was trying hard he did occasionally slip up and say something awful but she knew that he didn't mean it and he would always make it up to her in an array of creative ways.

Molly was currently in her flat preparing for a double date, it was her and Sherlock with John and Mary. She had had a shower, shaved her legs, painted her nails and was currently doing her make up. She decided again to go fairly natural as that is how Sherlock seemed to prefer it; just putting on eyeliner, mascara and pink shade of lipstick.

Then she went and put her dress on. It was a deep purple, subconsciously she thought how it matched Sherlock's shirt. It was form fitting on the top then at her waist it fanned out a bit more. The dress itself came just above her knees which showed of her legs great. She went to her wardrobe and selected a nice pair of black heels; she liked having the extra height. To finish off the look Molly just added a simple silver necklace that her dad had bought her before he had died.

Sherlock was currently asking for john's advice on shirts it now being a regular thing before one of his dates with molly. Even after john decided on one Sherlock would end up not listening and choosing his own any ways. Today he went for the purple shirt, he knew it was Molly's favourite by the way her breathing would change and the slight sweating on her face whenever she saw him in it. His hair was just as messy and ruffled as ever, luckily for him she loved his curls so he never had to put too much thought or care into his appearance.

As molly arrived at the restaurant she was filled with nerves as she was before every date all she could imagine is herself tripping up or saying something so stupid in front of Sherlock that he would just get up and leave. When she was however faced with him all her worries melted away and she was taken away by the beautiful man and his soft lips. Ohh he was wearing the purple shirt, how the hell could any woman resist him when he was wearing that? She thought idly to herself.

Sherlock watched as molly stepped out of the cab she always had that nervous smile on her face whenever she first saw him as if she was worried about what he would think. He couldn't work out why though; Molly always seemed to turn up in something completely beguiling.

"Wow Molly you look gorgeous" this causing Molly to smile even bigger. Sherlock couldn't help but notice how they had each subconsciously choose complimenting outfits.

"Not too bad yourself Sherlock" she added almost giggling.

As he led her into the restaurant she saw john and Mary talking at the bar drinks in hand. They both turned when Molly and Sherlock approached the group all exchanged pleasantries, each complimenting each other's outfit. Mary proceeded to take Molly aside and told her about some of the latest hospital gossip whilst john talked to Sherlock about a case they had just finished.

Not long after this, their table was called and they took their seats and began browsing the menus. Of course Sherlock had decided in a matter of minutes and after everyone had made their order he picked out a wine that would complement everyone's meal.

As they waited for their meals they all began chatting again. Sherlock and John explained to the women what case they had just been on and how they solved it. Molly had just finished a story about a particularly strange body that she had had in the morgue that day and how she had kept some of the strange tissue samples back for Sherlock to have a look at. After hearing this Sherlock gave Molly a kiss on the cheek causing both John and Mary to roll their eyes.

Fortunately for everyone involved Molly had got Sherlock out of the habit of deducing everyone in the restaurants lives. So dinner went quite well, the conversation flowed freely and they were each giggling by the end. Molly and Mary both left for the loo.

"How come girls have to travel in pairs to the toilet?" questioned John.

"Well clearly they have things to discuss away from us, so I can only conclude they must be talking about us" stated Sherlock.

"Ohh right of course" mumbled John, 'damn Sherlock always got the answers' he thought to himself.

Then in the bathroom the two women were having a chat.

"Molly this is going great, Sherlock hasn't insulted anyone yet and he is managing to remain polite and talkative."

"Yeah I know how great, I thought he would have at least called the waiter incompetent by now especially as he was fiddling when opening the bottle."

"I know right, how about we stir it up a bit put them even more out of their comfort zone?"

"Haha ok what have you in mind?"

"Just you wait and see" and with that Mary sauntered out of the bathroom and down to the table with Molly close behind. "Hey guys we were thinking well this has been a great night so why end it?" both Sherlock and John raised their eyebrows to this and Molly leaned in wanting to know where Mary was going with it. "So we thought we could go to that new bar that has just opened around the corner and have a few drinks and maybe a dance?"

Both men looked completely shocked by this. Molly herself wasn't too sure by the idea but she did love to tease Sherlock.

"Yeah come on guys it will be great" urged Molly.

"Fine we would love to" stated Sherlock.

Both women were shocked by this, they expected him to say no then they could call him boring. Now they were actually going to have to go through with it and go dancing. Mary however was delighted by the others reactions, she loved dancing and drinking she knew Sherlock was doing it as to challenge them but what does that matter she was game. John just stared from person to person not really sure why they were going to a bar, but what the hell he didn't have work in the morning and he liked to have a good time as well as any man.

So after Sherlock and John settled the bill they all headed out to the bar down the street.

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The bar had just opened up a month ago it was already quite popular due to its location and the very modern style. When the group came in the music was on loud and it was pretty full. Mary went over to the bar with John and ordered drinks while Molly and Sherlock went to sit down.

"What do you suppose they are planning?" asked Molly.

"Well I do believe they are planning to get us intoxicated Molly" answered Sherlock.

Mary and John then came over with four white Russians and place them down on the table.

"Drink up because there's so much more where that came from" smiled Mary.

Molly sipped her white Russian which she actually found to be nice, she was never one for vodka but with the cream it seemed to work better although all too soon she was finished. As she turned around she noticed Mary had gone again but when she saw her coming over from the bar with a tray of shots she couldn't help but smile and feel her care melt away.

"Right guys now I propose a game of lucky shots" said Mary as she put the tray down. Each of the drinks were a different colour.

"What the hell are lucky shots" piped up Sherlock.

The rest just stared at him as if they couldn't even comprehend what he had just said.

"Lucky shots is a drinking game where you get a tray full of different shots slash drinks in shot glasses and each person takes it in turn to pick on and drink it. You may be lucky to get a nice tasting one or you may not be and you might get a horrific tasting one" John said still shocked that Sherlock had never heard of it.

"Well I don't believe in luck."

"Well in that case Sherlock try and deduce your way into finding a tasty shot but don't tell us which are bad, it will just spoil it" said Molly outright.

"Molly I am surprised at you, when did you learn to play such games?"

"Sherlock I may have been an outcast but I did go to university parties and, well this is the sort of thing we played."

"Enough talking you two, let's play" Mary almost shouted that over the music.

They all sat round Molly taking the first shot which turned out to be an 'acid cookie' not too bad. Then Mary took her shot which was a 'cherry bomb' and caused Mary to smile as it was one of her shots of choice back in her university days. John picked a green one that ended up tasting of apples and was quite pleasant. Sherlock who took quite a while to pick choose a blue shot but spat it out almost immediately into a hanky that he had produced from his pocket.

"That is absolutely vile" shouted Sherlock then he looked at all of the laughing faces around him, "what?!"

"Well you spat the shot out Sherlock, you have to do a forfeit" replied Mary.

"What you never said that in the rules"

"Sorry Sherlock we must have forgotten" smiled molly, trying to act all innocent.

"Fine what do I have to do?"

"You have to drink three shots in a row"

"This is unfair but I will full fill your request Molly" and he did.

The game went on for several more rounds as every time the tray was nearly emptied someone would go up and get another. By now everyone was pretty drunk, Sherlock the most due to his inability to keep a shot down he kept trying to spit them out. They had all been dancing and it turned out Sherlock even when drunk was a good dancer (but what the hell is he not good at thought Molly, well apart from drinking games).

As the group stumbled out of the bar and into a cab Molly couldn't believe how unbelievable her life had been of late. She had a great boyfriend, granted he was not a typical choice as he was a little unconventional but he was such a gentleman and made her feel special. Sherlock wasn't thinking any of these things he was just concentrating on holding his head up which he wasn't even doing a very good job at.

John and Mary went inside and left Sherlock and Molly to fumble around and pay for the cab. In the end the taxi driver took Sherlock's wallet out of his hand took the appropriate money and gave it back due to the state that he and Molly were in they couldn't even open the wallet. This caused Sherlock and Molly to burst into a fit of giggles and stumble into 221b.

As molly staggered in clutching to Sherlock she sensed something was wrong her eyes lazily followed Johns and she saw Irene Adler walking out of Sherlock's bedroom dressed only in his blue silk dressing gown. Molly was rooted to the spot as Sherlock spoke.

"Woman what are you doooing here? Comin tooo join the party?" slurred Sherlock with a happy grin.

"Well now, I fancied that dinner you promised" purred Irene grinning back.


Dun dun derrrrrr another cliff hanger. I took the advice I was suggested and added Irene to the proceedings, tell me what you think. Good idea or bad.

I do love the idea of drunken Sherlock and there will be more of him next time. =)

Any ways I love you all – Kat. :P