Sloshed: 3rd person- set the night before Caught. Sorry about that. I wanted to start with Caught.
Holmes looked at Watson, eyes twinkling in private amusement. Watson did not notice- he was using a knife to cut some candle wax he had picked off the champagne-bottle candleholder.
Watson was mumbling something about how much he had missed Holmes, while he reduced the wax to a fine powder. He didn't look up. He assumed Holmes wasn't listening. He got quieter and quieter, fading away to a whisper over the period of about ten minutes.
Holmes was smiling partly because he was listening (and he was touched), partly because the whiskey he and Watson had been sharing was nearly all gone, but also because of how Watson was mumbling due tot the afore-mentioned whiskey.
Holmes passed his fingers through the candle's flame thoughtfully.
"Watson, are we drunk? Completely intoxicated?"
"…Is the room swaying for you as well?"
"So, yes, then."
"I don't know. I'd say we're, ah, what's the word?"
"Merry?"
"No, further down the line than that…"
"Tipsy?"
"No, much worse than that. It's a word Mrs Hudson uses."
"Sloshed?"
"That's the one."
"Sloshed? Really." Holmes laughed silently, sniffing through his nose, and Watson couldn't help but join him.