"Sherlock!" John called after Sherlock had ignored him the previous 5 times. He let out a slow, exaggerated sigh and pulled his head away from the microscope he was currently experimenting on god knows what on the kitchen table. "Our food goes there you know." John said bluntly, gesturing towards a stain of something that resembled bloody puss but John would rather not be assured of that. "Yes." Sherlock replied. "Well that could be dangerous! It could poison us!" He cried exasperated. Sherlock once again huffed a long and exaggerated sigh and sulked away before flopping onto the sofa and violently tugging his dressing gown over him, facing the sofa in a mood.

Suddenly, after 5 minutes, Johns phone buzzed. "We have just been invited to Lestrades birthday party." John Said. Sherlock huffed and ignored him. "Look Sherlock, I'm sorry I snapped at you ok" he sighed. Sherlock slowly turned around and muttered "when is it, and why should we go" he said clearly angsty. "Well it would be rude if we didn't." John stated. "Since when do I care" Sherlock groaned. "It's tomorrow and we are going because Greg is our friend and that's what friends do." John Said. Sherlock got up and shuffled to his bedroom. "IM BORED!" He shouted. The recent drought in cases had caused the upmost of boredom on Sherlock recently and so he had been slowly getting grumpier and grumpier and grumpier. "Well go and decide what to wear!" John instructed. It seemed to work since he stomped up to his room and John could hear him thrashing coats side to side in his wardrobe. He cringed at the thought of how much mess he was making as he heard multiple hangers clatter to the floor. The cacophony of noises finally came to a halt as he then heard Sherlock thump down the stairs. "He was in a suit (as normal) but it was his more formal suit. Johns jaw dropped. "You don't like it?" Sherlock questioned "no, no, no" John quickly corrected " it looks great on you." Sherlock stared blankly, all emotions zapped from his eyes when suddenly a huge smile plastered his face for a split second "good." He remarked flatly and he rushed along his way. He re-emerged to the front room minuets later in his dressing gown once again. John was secretly disappointed but he quickly covered his face with a sip of tea when Sherlock noticed him staring. "What." He said blankly "what's wrong?" The puzzled detective asked. "Oh nothing, nothing" John Said quickly snapping out of his haze. What was he thinking! But just look at those gorgeous chocolate curls, his sharp cheek bones- no stop no. He coughed and even Sherlock seemed to sense the tenseness between them so he quickly broke it.

"So, what are you wearing tomorrow?"Sherlock asked "oh well probably the usual."John replied simply "maybe my best jumper since it's suppose to be a bit formal- the entire force will be there!" He commented. "Ah.." Sherlock said. They sat in a less uncomfortable silence but still uncomfortable to say the least. "I should clean the table- the mess you have made!" John Said- he just wanted an excuse to leave.

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The next day

John was awoken to the sweet sound of the violin played by Sherlock. He played a particularly smooth melody. John day up and yawned, he felt obliged to follow the sleep-inducing music but he thought he ought to make his self presentable to say the least. He finger combed his hair and left. "Morning." He commented, sleep laced his voice. "Mm." Sherlock replied. John stretches and let out a loud yawn. He grabbed some bread and made toast for two. The toaster popped and he handed Sherlock a plate of toast "what's this." Sherlock stated in a flat tone "breakfast!" John Said quickly. "Oh, thanks." Sherlock said oddly. He picked at the crust carefully making sure to cut it all off. He then proceeded to eat it. John didn't realize he was staring at him the whole time so he quickly stopped and finished his toast.

He stumbled to the other room and dressed into his best jumper. Sherlock, on the other hand, changed into a flattering suit that caught every angle in his figure. He looked amazing to say the least. They where both ready to go by lunchtime and so they caught a taxi and headed off (not before saying multiple goodbyes to miss Hudson). They sat in the taxi in silence as Sherlock stared at the back of the seat. John found him self gazing dreamily at Sherlock's face and as Sherlock turned his head they locked eyes. "What." Sherlock said once again. John panicked "um, you have something on your face." He said gesturing towards his cheek "oh." He laughed and wiped it "gone?" "Yep." John lied. He turned his head to prevent him seeing his cheeks flush pink.

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At the party

They finally arrived and thanked the taxi driver as he sped off. They walked down the path leading to his house and rung his door bell. They could hear cringey pop songs blasting from outside, even though it was a formal event. Leatrade welcomed them in warmly and introduced them to a couple of people who weren't with the police. "And this is Sherlock Holmes!" He announced as though he was a celebrity. He was greeted by many people. They held their hands out to shake his in a friendly gesture but he just stared at it as if it was an alien creature. They recoiled awkwardly and continued to greet John. John new Sherlock better than anyone and so he knew he was actually just learning everything about their entire life just by looking at them.

Soon it was time for the drinks and Sherlock was sat brooding at the beer by table with John who was making conversation to other guesseds who where by this point drunk. The only ones not drunk where Sherlock and John. John has to drive so he only planned on having one drink, Lestrade wasn't getting to drunk incase anything was to go wrong. John offered Sherlock a beer to which he declined; "come on Sherlock!" John urges "just one!" He said secretly wanting to see Sherlock drunk- the last time he had been to drunk to see his reaction but due to the morning he guessed it had been a good one! (Not for Sherlock at least). He was very light weight so one drink and a little help fro some stronger alcohol helped. He went to get a drink and he met Greg Lestrade by the fridge "I wanna see Sherlock drunk too you know." He commented "who doesn't?" Replied John comedically. "Here." Said Lestrade sharing a naughty glance with John as he pored a small amount of clear liquid into his beer (edit: DONT to this it's illegal lol) he stumbled over to Sherlock and handed him a drunk of which he downed immediately. Greg giggles and nudged his mates from the other side of the room as Sherlock shuddered at the queer (edit:old fashion word for weird, dont get any ideas) taste.

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Five minutes later

Sherlock was on the 'dance floor' partying with a group of ladys. John and Greg couldn't contain their laughter. 4 girls took turns asking them all out- he turned down them all. "Why'd you turn em down?" John asked. "I'm gay, John! I thought that was pretty obvious by now!" Sherlock said as he stumbled back into the dance floor. Johns heart fluttered and he was in his own world for a moment until he was awoken by Sherlock being pushed into him by a rather muscular man. Greg and John tried to pull him back but his suit blazer simply came off. He strides forward and threw a punch at the mans face. He clumsily threw one back- Sherlock, however, leaned back and avoided the punch now uppercutting him in the chin. The muscular man stumbled away muttering as Sherlock turned to john and fell asleep standing up. John caught him. They whole party was focused on them. People giggled at Sherlock since they had never seen him not being his serious self before. He woke up suddenly quoting "pass me the goat." Before reassuring everyone he was awake.

The night continued and they where continuously surprised by Sherlock's behavior. Pleasantly though since hardly any one had see this side of Sherlock and it showed at least some humanity.

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The night

The night ended and it had ended in style. Sherlock had rambled about how much he loved John and how being drunk actually made you tell the truth that you hadn't had the guts to say when sober. Throughout this John simply blushed and stared at Sherlock who was lying across his lap. They had all decided to stay at Greg's house that night since the party only died down after midnight so there wasn't much point going home. Sherlock then went on to say "what are they putting in bananas these days?!" And then fell asleep in Johns lap. John kissed his fore head and fell asleep with him.
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The next day

Sherlock was awoken by John saying they needed to leave to which he refused. He was tired and ill as this was his second ever hang over. It was just as bad as he remembered- or didn't remember- it was all a blur. He got up and immediately sat back down due to a wave of dizziness crashing down on him like a tsunami. He was virtually dragged to the car by John and Greg. They nodded eachother goodbye and thanks for coming before finaly returning home.
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