We went to a few parties and I was handed drinks, I didn't drink though. Not around Troy, I remember what happened last time... Not fun.
We drove to a club and music pounded my ears, I sat at the bar watching people dance, just then uptown funk by Mark Ronson came on.
I saw a man run from the bar to the dance floor. He looked familiar.
Oh god Sherlock Holmes what the hell are you doing?!
He was stomping and clapping his hands to beat, but also speaking his thoughts.
"Stomp! Clap! stomp! clap!" he shouted as he did it.
"Girls hitcha hallelujah!" He shouted, while crimping.
"Lets dance." Troy suggested.
"Alright." I said.
We got to the dance floor and started dancing. I went for the mosh pit to try and find Sherlock.
"If you sexy than flaunt it!" I heard Sherlock yell, right behind me.
I felt him start to grind on me.
"You're sexy? Are you alone?" he asked.
"Take a guess." I said.
"Troy." he answered, I nodded.
"God, I want to fuck you so hard right now." he said abruptly.
"Well..."
"Well what?" He asked confused
"You said that out loud."
"Oh, well the whole strawberry and chocolate thing-"
"No I mean fucking me so hard right now."
"Oh... right. well that's not good."
"What about strawberries and chocolate?" I questioned.
"Absolutely nothing." He lied.
I turned to him and gave him a light kiss.
"You reek of alcohol." I told him heading back to Troy.
"Hello lovely." a man stopped me. Shit.
"Hey, I remember you... Anderson?"
"Oh... uhm..."
Sherlock ran and clocked him. Then was thrown out of the club.
"There you are." Troy said grabbing my hand.
"Lets head home, I'm tired."
"So no sex then."
"Not that tired." he smiled.
"No."
"Fine, we're still spooning though." he warned
I rolled my eyes and we hopped in a cab.
