John had yelled something at Sherlock that shut him up long enough for him to leave the house in a blind rage. He didn't remember what it was, which was unfortunate, because he could have used it against his roommate if he was ever that annoying again. Two blocks from the apartment, he noticed he had forgotten his coat. Fuck. It had begun snowing again, and his sweater was going to get soaked if he just kept walking outside. He checked his wallet. Well, there was probably enough money to hit the pub, and get wasted enough to punch Sherlock on the bloody nose if he showed up and kept meddling in his business. An alcoholic! He had simply stated that John was an alcoholic in the middle of the Christmas table, the bloody idiot. Soon enough he was telling this to an unknown bartender. The man didn't reply, just smiled to himself.
John didn't know what he was drinking. It was blue. He chuckled to himself. One had to be pretty drunk to order a blue drink, he thought. He finished it in one chug, and tried his best not to give into the urge to lay his head on the table. He was so tired, and he didn't know which way the apartment was. He had spent all his money, so a cab was out of the question. He raised his head from his empty wallet and saw Sherlock sitting opposite him.
-How long have you been here?
-A while. I brought your coat and you told me I should stick it up my ass. We then had a short conversation about anal insertion. And now you've been searching your wallet for money for three whole minutes. I've told you several times that I can pay for the cab.
John looked at himself. Oh. When had he put his coat on?
-Well, then what are you bloody waiting for? Let's go.
He stood way too fast. Thank God Sherlock had the reflexes of a praying mantis on crack. John noticed that his face stopped incredibly close to the ground. He laughed out loud when he felt himself being lifted. He was swaying from side to side, looking right at Sherlock's butt. He may have pinched it. And then he closed his eyes, and didn't open them for hours and hours.