Fluff & Stuff

A Night Out

Molly, Lestrade, John and Sherlock had all gone to a pub. Everyone had persuaded Sherlock to go, insisting she deserved to celebrate due to the cases she had solved without stopping. They said she needed some 'fun' when 'fun' for her was solving murders. With some extra persuasion from John himself, she got to ride along. That night everyone found out that Sherlock had never consumed alcohol in her life. And they also found out that Sherlock was very sensitive to alcoholic beverages.

With only three drinks, Sherlock had begun laughing and hiccuping hilariously. John actually had to hold her by his side so she wouldn't cause any trouble.

By the end of the night, Sherlock had consumed more than ten drinks and was somehow still on her feet, the alcohol revealing her sentimental side. Molly and Lestrade were slow dancing on the dance floor a good distance away.

"Why doesn't anyone else think like I do, John?" Sherlock had asked, rubbing her eyes and leaning her head on John's shoulder.

"Because you're unique." John had answered, as if he had memorized the answer. "You look at things from a perspective no one usually sees, you're very original and picky about the things you like and that's brilliant. I wouldn't have it any other way. I love you just the way you are."

Sherlock looked up at John from under her eyelashes. "That's bloody romantic, John Watson." She had said before placing a kiss on John's nose. "I love you too, John. Just the way you are."

After that happened, John had left to go to the bathroom, making Sherlock promise she wouldn't move from there. When John came back, Sherlock had been pressed up against the bar and some bloke was uncomfortably close to her.

"Oi!" John had barked out, grabbing the man's shoulder and turning him around. The man didn't even get to say anything before he received a right hook to the jaw and fell to the floor unconscious, John shaking his hand afterwards because of the stinging sensation in his knuckles. Sherlock had looked at John in relief and he wrapped his arms around her.

"Why didn't you do anything?" John had asked, concern laced into his voice as he looked her over, searching for any bruises.

"You made me promise not to move." She had responded.

After that, the squad left the bar to avoid any further trouble. They all hailed a cab and quickly piled inside, Molly having to push a tipsy Sherlock inside.

"I've lost my mummy. John, help me find my mummy." Sherlock said with a pout, her speech only slightly slurred because of alcohol.

John stifled back a laugh and nodded along, the cabbie having a hard time containing his laughter.

Sherlock rolled down the window, sticking her head out. "MOM!" Sherlock yelled out. John placed a hand over his mouth stifling back his giggles.

Sherlock started repeatedly yelling MOM out the window in different voices. The cab slowed to a stop, even though they weren't at their flat yet.

"Why did we stop?" Molly asked, looking over the cabbie's shoulder while John opened his water bottle.

"There's a cyclist crossing the road." The cabbie stated with a sigh.

"Run them over." Sherlock muttered darkly, loud enough for everyone in the cab to hear. John spat out his drink on himself, unable to contain his laughter as he covered his nose and mouth so water didn't sprinkle out. Molly, Lestrade and the cabbie laughed, Molly slapping John lightly on the back so he wouldn't choke. Sherlock turned to them, a confused expression on her face.

"Why is everyone laughing?"