Sherlock blinks and attempts to focus. There is a little too much vodka in his veins at the moment and it’s having an unfortunate effect on his brain and retinas both. There are two Johns sitting across from him, and both of them are frowning at him.
“You’re drunk,” the Johns tell him.
Sherlock blinks some more. “Says the man with Mrs Hudson’s doily on his head.”
"The breakdown: 35. Canuckian. ESL professor. Choir conductor. Former/now part-time classical singer. Writer. Extreme Geek. Diehard Johnlock shipper. Not a fan of Mary, at all. Firm believer that Mary needs to face justice for her many crimes and to do it elsewhere, and the sooner her departure comes, the better."