A/N: So, before this starts, I want to let you know that you are all working on a really difficult case early in the morning at Scotland Yard.

So let the game begin!

(y/n) has logged on.

(y/n) has started a chatroom.

Lestrade has logged on.

Sherlock has logged on.

Moriarty has logged on.

John has logged on.

Mary has logged on.

Mycroft has logged on.

John: Ugh I hate my life. Why are we still here? We've been up all night!

Lestrade: Sherlock, can't we just take a break? We've been up for more than two days!

Sherlock: THERE HAS TO BE A CONNECTION SOMEWHERE

John: Remind me why I'm friends with you?

(y/n): Guys, I brought coffee.

*loading, too many messages sent at once*

Lestrade: YOU'RE AMAZING (Y/N)

John: YOU'RE A LIFE SAVER

Sherlock: THANK GOD

Mycroft: THANK YOU (Y/N)

(y/n): No problem.

Moriarty has sent a private message to (y/n).

*Did you drug the coffee like we talked about?*

(y/n) has sent a private message to Moriarty.

*Yep! They're all gonna get drunk as hell.*

Moriarty: > : )

Lestrade: What are you two up to?

(y/n): Nothing.

Sherlock: This coffee tastes different.

(y/n): Should I tell them?

Moriarty: Yeah, I bet Sherlock has already figured it out.

Lestrade: Figured out what?

(y/n): We decided to do a little experiment...

Mycroft: (y/n), what did you put in the coffee?

(y/n): Alcohol.

Lestrade: *facepalm*

John: (y/n), we won't be able to get drunk - we've only had a few sips.

(y/n): I know. That's why there's 80% alcohol in it. (A/N: Is that a lot? I don't know)

Sherlock: *spits out coffee*

John: Well that's just great.

Lestrade: How long until we start acting like idiots?

(y/n): About five minutes.

~ ABOUT FIVE MINUTES LATER... ~

Sherlock: MYCROFT STOP HUGGING ME

Mycroft: BUT SHERLY I LOVE YOU

(y/n): Awww

Lestrade: I SIP IT

Lestrade: *I SHIP ITT

Lestrade: *I SSIHP IT

Lestrade: GODDAMMIT INTERNET

(y/n): I'm filming this.

Moriarty: We are brilliant.

(y/n): Why yes we are.

Lestrade: HEYY GUYSSS

(y/n): *Hey *Guys

Lestrade: AUGH GRAMMAR NAZI

Sherlock: RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!!

Mycroft: EVERY MAN FOR HIMSELF!

John: RUN GRAHAM RUN

Moriarty: Who the hell is Graham?

(y/n): I think they're talking about Greg.

Lestrade: GUYS MY NAME IS GREG! GOSH

Sherlock: 0_0 WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH GRAHAM

Moriarty: He killed him.

Sherlock: NOOOO!!!!

(y/n): LOL!

Sherlock: WE WILL AVENGE YOU GRAHAM

John: YOUR DEATH WILL NOT BE FORGOTTEN

Lestrade: guyyss im right hereee

Mycroft: AUGH! ZOMBIE GRAHAM!

Sherlock: KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!!

(y/n): Oh, this is so going online.

Lestrade: OH NO! THE GRAMMAR NAZI HAS RETURNED!

Sherlock: KILL IT! KILL IT WITH FIRE!

(y/n): wait what

Moriarty: lol!

(y/n): Dammit Jim! This isn't funn— OH DEAR LORD SHERLOCK HAS A FREAKING BLOWTORCH

Moriarty: WHAT?

(y/n): WHERE'D HE GET A FREAKING BLOWTORCH?!

Sherlock: I WILL AVENGE THE DEATH OF GRAHAM, YOU STUPID GRAMMAR NAZI! I WILL AVENGE THE BRITISH NATION!

Moriarty: Ewww this is getting all mushy...

(y/n): JIM HELP ME

Moriarty: Why?

(y/n): BECAUSE SHERLOCK HOLMES IS TRYING TO KILL ME WITH A BLOWTORCH, THAT'S WHY!

(y/n): I'M GONNA HIDE AT THE FLAT

Moriarty: Okay, I'll come over there to protect you—

Mycroft: THE GRAMMAR NAZI HAS A PARTNER!

John: HE MUST DIE TOO! KILL HIM WITH FIRE!

Moriarty: Shit.

(y/n): I'm barricading the door.

Moriarty: This was a horrible idea!

(y/n): Yes, I'm starting to see that now!

Mrs. Hudson has logged on.

Mrs. Hudson: I think there's something wrong with Sherlock. Should I let him in?

Moriarty: NO!

(y/n): NO!

Sherlock: YES!

(y/n): Mrs. Hudson, Sherlock is drunk and is trying to kill us with a blowtorch.

Sherlock: I WILL AVENGE GRAHAM'S DEATH

Mrs. Hudson: Who is Graham?

(y/n): I have no idea.

Mrs. Hudson: Uh, (y/n) dear, it looks like Sherlock, John and Lestrade are passed out on the sidewalk.

(y/n): Okay, we can let them in.

Moriarty: AND HIDE THE BLOWTORCH!

~ A FEW MINUTES LATER ~

Mycroft: (YYY/NNN)

Moriarty: Okay, what are we supposed to do with a drunk Mycroft?

(y/n): No idea.

Mycroft: (YYY/NNN)

(y/n): Yeah? 

Mycroft has sent a private message to (y/n).

(y/n): Really?

Mycroft: *drunkenly nods*

(y/n): Okay, let's go.

Moriarty: Where are we going?

(y/n): You'll see.

~ ABOUT 15 MINUTES LATER ~

Moriarty: I am so filming this.

(y/n): Mycroft, are you sure you want to get a tattoo?

Mycroft: YESH

(y/n): I don't know about this...

Moriarty: Who cares?

~ THE NEXT MORNING ~

Mycroft has logged on.

Mycroft has started a chatroom.

Sherlock has logged on.

John has logged on.

(y/n) has logged on.

Moriarty has logged on.

Lestrade has logged on.

Sherlock: Ugh my head hurts...

Lestrade: I need Aspirin

John: What happened yesterday?

Mycroft: WHY DO I HAVE A TATTOO ON MY SHOULDER?!?!

(y/n): Oh, so you saw that...

Mycroft: WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!

(y/n): Oh you did that all to yourself.

(y/n) has posted a video.

Sherlock: lololol!

Lestrade: hahahahaha

John: Oh my gosh! 

Mycroft: ...

(y/n): So do you like it?

Mycroft: It's a picture of a cake and it says 'the cake is a lie' under it!

(y/n): Well, originally you just wanted the cake, but Moriarty paid the guy extra to add the cake is a lie part.

Mycroft: I hate my life.

Sherlock: *scrolling through the chatroom history*

Sherlock: Dear mother of God, what have we done?

Sherlock has logged off.

Mycroft has logged off.

Moriarty has logged off.

(y/n) has logged off.

Lestrade has logged off.

John has logged off.

Chatroom has closed.