Mihaela, John and Sherlock had decided to go out for a night on the town, and as they stumbled home from the bar, they were all feeling a little worse for wear.
Mihaela was giggling uncontrollably, her face flushed with alcohol. "Sherlock, you're so funny!" she said, her words slurring together as she laughed.
Sherlock chuckled, his own head spinning from the drink. "I'm glad you think so, Mihaela. But I think it's time for you to go to bed," he said, his voice laced with amusement.
Mihaela pouted, her bottom lip sticking out in a drunken pout. "But I don't want to go to bed. I want to stay up and party with you guys," she said, her voice filled with protest.
Sherlock laughed, shaking his head as he scooped her up in his arms. "I think it's time for you to call it a night, Mihaela. You're a little too drunk to be partying anymore," he said, his voice filled with love and concern.
Mihaela giggled, snuggling up against him as he carried her to bed. "Okay, Sherlock. You win. But only because I love you," she said, her words slurred as she fell asleep in his arms.
Sherlock smiled, feeling a surge of affection for his partner. He knew that she was a little wild when she drank, but he also knew that she was always there for him, no matter what.
As he tucked her into bed, he couldn't help but feel grateful for the bond that they shared. He knew that he was lucky to have someone like Mihaela in his life, and he vowed to always be there for her, no matter what.
