The Power of Eggnog
Title: The Power of Eggnog
Author(s): holmes221b
Rating: PG
Summary: "Did you know you could get drunk on eggnog, Wasshun?"
Warnings: (implied) slash, references to alcohol use
Word Count: 261 words
Author's Note(s): A rough sketch inspired by holmeswatson09's fic prompt #6--Eggnog, mistletoe, and/or another holiday tradition.
Watson winced as he heard the sound of something large--he hoped it wasn't another body, but he knew his flatmate all too well to hold his breath--fall down the stairs to the sitting room.
"WASSHUN!" shouted said flatmate, slurring so badly that Watson feared that Holmes had managed to acquire a nasty concussion.
But when the doctor reached the bottom most step, he found a very drunk Sherlock Holmes being supported by a vexed Inspector Lestrade.
"Good evening, Doctor Watson," Lestrade said. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you alone to deal with Mister Holmes, as my wife is expecting me to come home at a respectable hour tonight, since it is Christmas Eve and all."
Taking Holmes' weight from the inspector as he spoke, Watson said, "Not at all, Inspector."
As Lestrade closed the front door behind him, Watson (with considerable difficulty) led his drunk flatmate up the flight of stairs and deposited him on the sofa.
"Did you know you could get drunk on eggnog, Wasshun?" Holmes asked, his first words since Lestrade had left Baker Street.
Not waiting for a reply, Holmes continued, "'Cause I didn't, not 'til tonight anyways. Lestrade an'...uh, some other specter kept givin' me eggnog, an' askin' me why I tolerated you."
Slightly amused by the detective's words, Watson took advantage of his current state and asked, "And what did you tell them?"
"I told 'im the truth, o' course. I only tolerate you because you're so good at what you do...whatever it is that you do," Holmes drunkenly replied.
Author(s): holmes221b
Rating: PG
Summary: "Did you know you could get drunk on eggnog, Wasshun?"
Warnings: (implied) slash, references to alcohol use
Word Count: 261 words
Author's Note(s): A rough sketch inspired by holmeswatson09's fic prompt #6--Eggnog, mistletoe, and/or another holiday tradition.
Watson winced as he heard the sound of something large--he hoped it wasn't another body, but he knew his flatmate all too well to hold his breath--fall down the stairs to the sitting room.
"WASSHUN!" shouted said flatmate, slurring so badly that Watson feared that Holmes had managed to acquire a nasty concussion.
But when the doctor reached the bottom most step, he found a very drunk Sherlock Holmes being supported by a vexed Inspector Lestrade.
"Good evening, Doctor Watson," Lestrade said. "I hope you don't mind if I leave you alone to deal with Mister Holmes, as my wife is expecting me to come home at a respectable hour tonight, since it is Christmas Eve and all."
Taking Holmes' weight from the inspector as he spoke, Watson said, "Not at all, Inspector."
As Lestrade closed the front door behind him, Watson (with considerable difficulty) led his drunk flatmate up the flight of stairs and deposited him on the sofa.
"Did you know you could get drunk on eggnog, Wasshun?" Holmes asked, his first words since Lestrade had left Baker Street.
Not waiting for a reply, Holmes continued, "'Cause I didn't, not 'til tonight anyways. Lestrade an'...uh, some other specter kept givin' me eggnog, an' askin' me why I tolerated you."
Slightly amused by the detective's words, Watson took advantage of his current state and asked, "And what did you tell them?"
"I told 'im the truth, o' course. I only tolerate you because you're so good at what you do...whatever it is that you do," Holmes drunkenly replied.