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Maggie brought some drinks from her house. We got drunk. Of course. We decided not to leave the house. And five beers later we were walking around the block.
"You know where we should go." I slurred. "Hawaii!" Maggie shouted. "Mr. 'Olmes's house." I said in my best, drunk British accent. "Oi! Tell him what we think about all that 'ome work he's given us." She laughed. She was so drunk walking straight for her was like a dog that just got hit by a car.
It didn't take us long before we were in front of a house. it was about a half an hour. Or it was five hours. We had no perception of time.
It looked like he was having a party. A bachelor party? I knocked on the door. Maggie could barely see straight. A young man opened reviewing other men his age. About early twenties.
"Oi! That homework is bull-." I covered her mouth with my hand. "Are you the strippers?" The good looking man asked. "Yep!" Maggie announced. Shit. Not again.
We stepped into the party and they handed us costumes. Nothing to bad I was the police officer she was a bunny. We stood around and drank, then slipped out the back.
We went a few houses over. Then I noticed. I left my clothes. Maggie was dressed normal jeans and a t-shirt and I was wearing a sexy police woman costume. Nice.
"This is it!" I yelled pointing to Sherlock's house. "Hell yeah!" Maggie screamed. "It is on like donkey kong! Bitch!" She yelled pointing to the house. We walked up and I knocked.
"Hello?" He answered. His eyes got huge at the sight of us. "Y/N, that's quite the get up." He said not daring to look anywhere but at my face. "Who's your friend?" He asked. "Maggie." I told him.
Just then Maggie through up into one of his bushes. "Classy." He mumbled. "What do you say I get you two home?" He asked. "Let's go." He said grabbing both of us and shoving us in the back seat.
"The homework you gave us was shit." Maggie told him. "So you got drunk instead. What a great alternative." He spoke, not hiding his sarcasm. "Where does maggot live?" He asked referring to Maggie. "Yo! It's Maggie!" She announced. "Turn here." I instructed. "I don't want my teacher knowing where I live! He might stop by and give me extra home work!" She shouted, as if he couldn't hear.
We dropped her off and I sat in the front seat. "I'm gonna die." I said. "What?" He questioned. "It's true. I'm gonna die." I repeated.
