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“I can’t remember,” said John, fuzzily. “What was in these drinks?”
“Alcohol, John.” Sherlock’s imperious tone was perfect, even drunk. “There was alcohol in the drinks.”
John found this answer acceptable. “How many have we had?”
“This restaurant is terrible. My meal was improperly sauced.”
“We’ve had too much to drink.”
“We should get married.”
“I’m not marrying anyone until I’ve determined whether they’re good in bed.”
“Fine,” said Sherlock. “Done.” Sherlock fished out his mobile.
John blinked dazedly. “What are you doing?”
“Ringing Mycroft to tell him we’ll want to be married in the morning. After the shag tonight.”
“Alcohol, John.” Sherlock’s imperious tone was perfect, even drunk. “There was alcohol in the drinks.”
John found this answer acceptable. “How many have we had?”
“This restaurant is terrible. My meal was improperly sauced.”
“We’ve had too much to drink.”
“We should get married.”
“I’m not marrying anyone until I’ve determined whether they’re good in bed.”
“Fine,” said Sherlock. “Done.” Sherlock fished out his mobile.
John blinked dazedly. “What are you doing?”
“Ringing Mycroft to tell him we’ll want to be married in the morning. After the shag tonight.”
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