"Come on!" Sherlock yelled at the TV. "It's obvious, look at the way he's hiding his hands!"
"What are you watching?" John asked Sherlock, curious to know what had gotten the detective shouting.
"Nothing!" Sherlock said innocently, scrambling for the remote control. John was quicker and pulled the remote out of his reach.
"Is that...? That is, isn't it? Worlds Most Funniest Animals?" John said struggling to hide a smile and failing completely. "Why are you yelling at that poor monkey?" John gestured towards the TV.
"Chimpanzee," Sherlock muttered. "He stole his friends banana but his friend has no idea where it is. Its so obvious!"
"Sherlock...you do know you're supposed to laugh at those programmes not..." John paused when an otter came on screen. It was swimming on its back playing with a stone. "That otter's cute," he remarked, plonking down on the couch beside Sherlock.
John grabbed a beer from the side, took a swig and made himself at home. He chuckled as a kitten made to jump across a space that was too far for it and flopped onto the floor.
"I prefer the hedgehog," Sherlock admitted.
John glanced at Sherlock with a frown. "Hedgehog?"
Sherlock shifted, getting more comfortable on the couch. "There was a hedgehog getting a ride from a tortoise," Sherlock explained. He turned his attention from the TV to look into John's warm eyes. "It was, what you would call...cute."
John found it hard to look away from Sherlock's intimate gaze. He took another gulp of beer, his mouth suddenly turning dry. Actually, John was starting to feel a little dizzy and sluggish.
He handed the beer to Sherlock, he didn't feel like drinking anymore. In fact, he already felt a little drunk after only a few mouthfuls of beer. There was something wrong there.
Sherlock took the beer and absent mindedly took a sip, his attention back on the TV. After a few minutes he started to laugh. "Can you..can you see that dog!" He chuckled. "Oh its face! Look John!"
John was already laughing and Sherlock laughing only increased his mirth. "Yes, I see it! And look at that hamster doing back flips!"
The two friends fell into fits of giggles, waving their hands about drunkenly.
"John!" Sherlock laughed. "John! I just remembered something."
"What?" John chuckled, slurring the word.
"I forgot to warn you. I..." Sherlock picked up the now empty bottle of beer and waved it in John's face. "I did an experiment on the beer. I increased its alcohol volume by sixty percent!"
John stared at Sherlock. If he'd had a clear head he would have been angry and shouted at Sherlock for leaving experiments lying around. Instead, with his drunken mind, all he would do was laugh.
His hand flopped down onto Sherlock's knee. He'd completely forgotten about the TV and gave Sherlock his full attention. He leant right over to Sherlock so their faces were only an inch apart.
"You..." He said, putting a finger between them in Sherlock's face. "Are a right git," he chuckled.
Sherlock gave John a drunken slightly dangerous smile. "I know," Sherlock replied and laughed. The movement caused Sherlock's lips to lightly brush John's finger.
Their giggling was suddenly cut off as a coil of tension erupted in their stomachs. They stared at John's finger and then down at John's hand on Sherlock's knee which had somehow travelled a little further up his leg.
