Sherlock had planned this evening very carefully, having spent ages poring over the data he and Molly had collected about exactly how much they should drink and when to keep from getting too drunk. Tonight was going to be perfect, it absolutely had to be perfect. This was the last night they'd have like this because after tonight, it would all change. John and Mary had been trying so hard, but Sherlock knew deep down that their married life didn't have a space for him in it that would feel satisfactory. Sherlock was notoriously selfish, and the idea of sharing John had felt like a tangible lead weight in his stomach since he found out about his engagement. The sad thing was that he really liked Mary, and he liked seeing her and John together because he could see easily just how happy John was. He knew it was his lot in life to be an observer, to stay on the peripherals of human existence, but he was still left to wonder when he was back home at alone what it would be like on the inside of a real human relationship
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Before Sherlock's miraculous return from the dead, it had been all about Mary, the woman who had helped him move on. Back when Sherlock had still been around, John had never been able to keep a girlfriend for very long. He eventually realized that was because his life with Sherlock didn't allow for the added baggage of a girlfriend. And if he was being perfectly honest with himself, he had been okay with that. More than okay, actually - he'd loved his life of danger and excitement. Sherlock's death had devastated him, and having his best friend back meant more than he could convey in words alone. Well, they never had been very good at talking about their feelings, anyway. But Mary was still important to him, too, and unlike his other girlfriends, she actually quite liked Sherlock. Surely things would haven't to change that much. Fortunately, his stag night didn't allow for much thought on that particular subject. Really, he hadn't thought about Mary much since becoming significantly drunk. And an equally drunk Sherlock took all of his
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John's laughter made Sherlock laugh in turn, beaming drunkenly at him as the alcohol made it so much easier to be free and silly with each other like this. He'd never had the opportunity for this before, always either having been alone or trying to grow up too fast so he could catch up to his older brother. Now, though, he was making up for all that lost time, enjoying the novelty of having a night in with his best friend for his stag do, complete with imbibing far too much alcohol and giggling over a silly guessing game.
"Don't spill it, John, hurry and drink it so you don't spill it!" he exclaimed, actually shushing himself when John went to answer. He frowned in concentration as he listened, making a confused face when John finished. "Johnnn, you said it was a man before!" he whined, though he was breaking into another giggle fit after a moment. "You don't know how to play your own game!" he teased, trying to shake his head and drink at the same time before deciding it would be better to do them separately
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Fortunately, John did not spill his drink - this time, anyway. And if they were lucky, they'd manage not to vomit on Mrs. Hudson's carpet later. Hopefully they would make it to the loo in time. But he wasn't feeling sick thanks to alcohol poisoning just yet, while it was sad that his tolerance for alcohol wasn't as high as it had once been. Then again, he'd had no cause to get drunk in some time now. But it was worth it, to get drunk and giggly with his best friend. He couldn't imagine wanting to get drunk and giggly with anyone else, really. His grin never left, and the giggles continued as Sherlock whined and went on about the rules.
"Wha? No, no, no... Sherlock," he shook his head, pausing to take another drink of his own scotch, "listen to me." But whatever he was going to say, he seemed to have forgotten in his haze. However, that was about the time Sherlock took his face in those big hands. It was nigh impossible for John to keep a straight face, and it was even funnier how he tried
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"Don't spill it, John, hurry and drink it so you don't spill it!" he exclaimed, actually shushing himself when John went to answer. He frowned in concentration as he listened, making a confused face when John finished. "Johnnn, you said it was a man before!" he whined, though he was breaking into another giggle fit after a moment. "You don't know how to play your own game!" he teased, trying to shake his head and drink at the same time before deciding it would be better to do them separately ( ... )
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"Wha? No, no, no... Sherlock," he shook his head, pausing to take another drink of his own scotch, "listen to me." But whatever he was going to say, he seemed to have forgotten in his haze. However, that was about the time Sherlock took his face in those big hands. It was nigh impossible for John to keep a straight face, and it was even funnier how he tried ( ... )
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