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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.”