Pirate
Sherlock had been in a mood for weeks and John just couldn't understand it at all. They were drowning in cases almost, but Sherlock still had a terrible grumpy nature to him whenever there was a natural lull in things.
John's birthday was coming up and he had been planning a quiet night out for himself and a few friends, Sherlock included. With a few last minute changes of plan, John had everything sorted.
"What is this?" Sherlock asked, the evening of the night out.
In his hands was a hanger covered with a protective bag. John looked up from his laptop and tilted his head, smiling faintly to himself.
"Your outfit for tonight." John said, flicking his eyes back to his laptop.
"No, absolutely not," Sherlock exclaimed, his face flushed, "I did not agree to a fancy dress code!"
"Oh, just shut up and put it on… you never know, it might cheer you up."
"Nonsense…" Sherlock snorted, looking at the hanger as if it might bite him.
"Oh, go on, Sherlock. Let your hair down. It'll be fun, I promise." John tempted.
Sherlock huffed a breath and unzipped the protector, his eyebrows shooting up and a quizzical look on his pale face as he took a rather elegant pirate outfit out. He couldn't help but get a giddy look of excitement in his eyes that stemmed for a childhood that had been deeply set in tales of Bluebeard and Long John Silver.
John smiled and tilted his head, closing his laptop with a click as Sherlock played with one of the little gold buttons on the fine velvet coat.
"So… what do you think? We're all going as pirates." John said softly.
Looking up at John, Sherlock gave him a little smile and a narrow of the eyes. He'd been pressured into this, but he was rather forgiving with the rather fine outfit in his hand. Sighing over dramatically, Sherlock rolled his eyes.
"Oh, all right!" he huffed, not sounding a bit annoyed, even though he was pretending he was.
John just gave a small smile as Sherlock swept off to change. He would look marvellous in the floaty shirt and blue velvet jacket with silver banding. He would cut a fine figure beside John tonight, that was for sure.
What the recalled of the evening, it had been loud, rather raucous and Sherlock had been quite a shocker with his foul mouth and his drinking habit. As he slurred to John later, he was just staying in character as a pirate captain, even though his tricorn hat was sat jauntily on his curls.
It made John glad to see Sherlock like this, and though the both of them would sport the most monumental hangover from the nights partying, they could both say it was the most fun they'd had in a very long time.
