THE MILK JOHN - SH
It was twelve thirty in the morning, John was about to go up for the night as he was too tired to wait up for Sherlock any longer. He sighed and typed a quick response, it was odd for Sherlock to be in all caps but John didn't think much of it.
Sod off - JW
He chuckled and sat back down on the couch.
Ill giv yoU sex JonE – SH
John Watson stared at the phone for a minute. Jone? What on earth? The realization hit him. Sherlock Holmes was plastered. He chuckled again and decided he would play this out a bit; it could be great blackmail in the future.
You called me Jone, are you drinking? – JW
No – SH
Yes – SH
IM osrry I said id be hme by 9 - SH
I knew you were gay. –JW
Th correct termn is hmosexual – SH
jOhnnnn – SH
Tosser. – JW
I Need milk John – SH
I'll get you your bloody milk tomorrow, it's late. – JW
It mst be Skimn –SH
I hate skim. – JW
Emly was sekl conscius aboit her weit – SH
Typical Sherlock, drunk as hell and still has his mind on a case.
Don't Throe it awy thsi timw – SH
Don't get drunk and offer your body – JW
NO I dint
im ot drunk
i AM testing
texign
texting -SH
'listen Emily was sekf concius of her weiht wEightr she wouldn hav eaten the rol – SH
I think it's time for bed. I'll get you some aspirin and water. – JW
the Doori is loked uncock it – SH
uncock it eh? – JW
wiht th key – SH
John heard a loud thump from below and a muffled "John!" He rolled his eyes and sighed. He wouldn't be sleeping much tonight after all. He got up and made his way to the door.
"JOHNN" Sherlock moaned while hitting his head against the door.
"I'm locked out, let me in."
"Why should I?" John teased; if he wasn't going to sleep he may as well get a laugh out of this.
There was a pause. "Milk John." And the thumping resumed. John chuckled and opened the door. Sherlock stumbled in onto John nearly knocking him over. John held him up as best as he could, the detective was quite heavy. Sherlock stared at him inches away from his face.
"Milk." His voice was softer and smelled of liquor.
John steadied the detective and rolled his eyes leading him to the flat. When they arrived Sherlock immediately collapsed on the couch. John let him lay there and started the kettle.
"About that sex..." He asked jokingly while setting out the aspirin.
Sherlock was asleep and cuddling the throw pillow snoring softly. John chuckled softly and the set the water and medication on the coffee table. He watched the sleeping genius for a moment before covering him with the blanket. He pushed the detectives hair out of his face carefully and turned the light out.