Totally and shamelessly inspired by the video that ended up on Tumblr last night. As per the poster of the video's wishes, I will not link to it or any images, but I wrote this drabble last night while the insanity was going on and couldn't resist expanding upon it for today's 221-B.
Since finding out the video was really not supposed to be seen, I've changed the song mentioned here to further remove it from the whole debacle.
John sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. Somehow Sherlock had lost track of the amount of alcohol he'd consumed, and was swaying contentedly in his seat. At least he was staying put.
"John, come, dance!"
"Sherlock, please just stay here."
"But Joooohnnnn…" The taller man whined, tugging at John's hands.
At that point, the familiar strains of The Time Warp burst out of the PA system and John let his head sink back onto his chair - he knew he'd lost Sherlock for good now. He looked up to see his lanky, ridiculous flatmate dropping his jacket and sliding across the dance floor. It never ceased to amaze John how Sherlock could manage to be so graceful and so awkward at the same time. Giving it up as a lost cause, he just smiled and appreciatively watched the taller man gyrate and shimmy while some of the other guests whooped and applauded.
John had to give Sherlock credit – despite the fact that it wasn't something he did very often you could tell he was an excellent dancer. He was goofy and relaxed for once, but his innate fluidity still managed to show as he shuffled across the floor, tossing his hair wildly.
They'd both regret this tomorrow, but he may as well enjoy the show for the time being.