for "shutupimagenius"
For as long as Sherlock and John have been friends, even with the 'hiatus' in between while the idiot was faking his death, they'd never really had drinks together. They didn't frequent pubs together, nor did they share one too many beers while watching telly. And now that John was an engaged man living with a woman and generally being an adult, he didn't really get even close to being drunk these days. But it was his stag night, and Sherlock promised to take him out for drinks, so there was always the chance it would happen. Although he didn't look it, John actually was rather excited for his stag night. He was curious what his best man would have in store for it, and actually quite pleased it would only be the two of them. Oh, they could have invited Mike, Bill, or even Greg, but John has been feeling a bit selfish of his best friend. It's nice to have the consulting detective's attention entirely on him, if only for one evening. John's felt a softened attitude toward him since Sherlock's slight 'breakdown' after John asked him to be his best man. For a moment there, John was quite afraid he had broken the poor man. And as much as he really does enjoy the cases, and living the dangerous life... it's nice to have a night out where there's nothing on save the two of them, having drinks and just one interesting evening.
John didn't know just how interesting it would be... until he saw those test tubes Sherlock had brought for their drinks. Eventually, he worked it out, what his mate was doing. John would be damned if he wasn't going to get drunk on his stag night... and hell, if he could get the Sherlock Holmes good and pissed too, he would definitely consider it an accomplishment. Of course, he didn't normally encourage Sherlock being high on some sort of addiction, but he didn't really see his friend becoming a professional drunk anytime soon. And it was only for this one night. He didn't see the harm in adding an extra shot to Sherlock's drink. His friend was sitting there, still looking too serious about this entire thing, and he couldn't help but smile a little, to himself. Returning to the table, he gave the drink he thought was Sherlock's to him. "Bottoms up!" There was no hiding the mischievous glint in his eyes before he drank his own, all to the tune of some techno beat. It was an absolutely ridiculous club he'd normally not be caught dead in, but this night wasn't about whatever the two of them usually did.