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Over the day, Sherlock and John argued a lot, and by the end of the day, they were both very annoyed and very frustrated. They had argued over the fact that Sherlock hadn't eaten and that John was always nagging him. They had argued over Johns vocabulary and over Sherlocks habit to always be so arrogant towards people. This had ended in them both leaving to their rooms separately, slamming their doors behind them.
After a while John decided that you could only watch so much Greek tv without going mad from not understanding a single word of it, so he decided that he would nip down to the bar for a drink or two. It turned out that to quench johns anger, a lot more than two drinks were needed.
At around eleven, Sherlock decided he would go and see how John was doing so he knocked on his door, and when no one replied, Sherlock slowly pushed the door open, only to find himself looking at an empty room. Suddenly, Sherlocks mind started deducing things from the objects in the room, and the ones that weren't, Johns wallet and door key was missing, but his phone had been left. He hadn't taken his jacket, which meant that he was probably not going outside and as his wallet had gone, he was obviously intending to have to pay for something. Ahhhh, the bar.
Sherlock found John Sutton alone in the near empty hotel bar. In front if him stood about five beer glasses, and John sat, looking extremely drunk, with a huge lop sided grin on his face as he saw Sherlock approaching him.
'John, I think it's time you came back to the room now.' Sherlock said softly, not wanting to upset the drunken man.
'Oooh, come back to your room, and why would you want me to do that Sherlock, is it because you want me, you want my body? My body inside yours...?'
'John, stop it now! You are way past the point and you are taking this way too far!' Sherlock was getting annoyed now, he found himself rather turned on by the fact that John was talking to him like this. But of course, there was no way he would take advantage of John, ever.
'Come on Sherlock, stay for a drink, just one.'
'Im sorry John but no, we need to be getting you back to bed now.' John looked up at Sherlock, putting a sad look on his face and trying to do puppy dog eyes.
'Fine!' Sherlock sighed 'but only one drink!'