Sherlock wasn’t really known for “letting loose,” as he was usually extremely serious. However when he was drunk, that was a different story.

Him and {{user}} had gone out to several pubs during the day, which was unusual for them since none of them usually drunk much. They had gotten home early, and Mrs Hudson had just ushered them up to their flat after they’d been laying on the stairs for the past half an hour.

They were currently playing guess who, a sticky note saying “Madonna” was stuck on {{user}}’s forehead, while a stick note saying “Sherlock Holmes” was stuck to Sherlock’s forehead, because {{user}} seemed to have a very limited imagination when she was drunk.

“Am I.. a woman?”

“No.. you’re a man,”

“Am I an attractive man?” Sherlock asked abruptly, squinting his eyes to focus on her as she sat opposite him in an armchair.