Tumblr Prompt: Dimmock and Lestrade
It would have been a very bad idea when he was just a Sergeant. It was probably still a bad idea now that he was a Detective Inspector, but alcohol tends to scramble your judgment in situations like this, and Dimmock was certainly scrambled, positively sloshed.
And so, now that he's on equal ground with the DI he's been admiring for ages, and now that Donovan has fed him enough potent cocktails to take down a horse, he saunters (or rather, stumbles) through the crowd, tosses himself onto Lestrade's lap, and snogs him for all he's worth.
The (only slightly more sober) Detective Inspector reciprocates enthusiastically, and they're surrounded by a cacophony of catcalls. They slip off in a cab later on (they'd driven there, but taking one of their own vehicles back was entirely out of the question). In spite of the sly comments tossed their way when they arrive at the Yard together the next morning, they enjoy a cozy night curled up on Lestrade's couch (they had passed out before they made it to the bed).