Hey fellow Sherlockians! next chapter for your enjoyment :) warning for drug use.

And she don't want to go outside tonight

And in a pipe she flies to the Motherland

Or sells love to another man

It's too cold outside

For angels to fly

Angels to fly

Sherlock was glad for the silence that filled the room. His dorm was shared with another student, a Victor Trevor, whom he failed to see the reason for his attending the university, for he did little to no work. He was an annoying and insufferable character, constantly insisting that Sherlock "loosen up and have some fun." He would try and invite him to parties which Sherlock refused. There was only on thing worse than being in a room filled with idiots and that was being in a room filled with drunk idiots.

Sherlock put down the large chemistry volume he was reading from and gave a dramatic sigh. He was so BORED. He had hoped thatCambridgewould offer some more academic conversations with people not as idiotic as the rest of the world seemed to be, alas it was not to be. Even the professors were stupid, their information was outdated and they would make mistakes. They were not grateful when he pointed them out in front of the rest of the class.

If he just had something interesting to do…an experiment of some sort. He was contemplating where he could find a human liver when Victor burst into the room. "Sherlock buddy!" He exclaimed. He then proceeded to slap Sherlock hard on the back before starting a long monologue about what had happened on the way to the dorm, waving his arms about and jumping around the room. This was strange behaviour even for Victor, he was jittery and couldn't seem to stay still, his eyes alight as he rambled-ah. His eyes.

His roommate's pupils were dilated, indicating drug use. Going by his compulsion to move about, his fast breathing and his extreme talkativeness Sherlock deduced that he was currently high on cocaine.

"Having a little experiment are we?" Sherlock remarked sarcastically. Victor seemed not to grasp the meaning of the comment for a minute before responding.
"Yeah, but it's a secret okay? Shhh." He whispered in Sherlock's ear before giggling manically. Sherlock just rolled his eyes.
"Do you want some?" Victor asked, his voice hushed as he produced a bag of white powder from his pocket.
"Yes, I would just love to completely lose all my inhibitions." He said, his voice sharp and sarcastic. But inside he considered it. Could this be the distraction he was searching for? It would be an experiment certainly.
"It makes you feel great." Victor coaxed, smiling like an idiot. Did Sherlock really want to lower himself to this level just to stop being bored?

He snatched the bag of fine powder from Victor's hand, holding it up to light to inspect it.
"20 quid" Victor interjected. Sherlock out a hand in his pocket and fished out a note, tossed it to Victor and opened the bag.

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