We had stayed in the clearing for another hour or so, until Sherlock declared he was bored, stood up and marched off, leaving me to scramble after him.
Eventually I ended up losing sight of him, so I decided to go back to the dorm. When I got to Baker Hall, there were flyers posted on every door for a party to kick off the school year at a student owned house in town. I thought that it might be a good way to get to know more people so I toke down a flyer and headed toward 221B.
Sherlock wasn't there, so I decided to finish the reading I was supposed to have ready for the start of class. About two hours later, the dorm door opened and Sherlock strolled in, carrying, what looked like, miscellaneous junk. He plopped his objects on to his desk with little care, then strolled over to his bed.
"What's this?" He asked, noticing the party flyer.
"Oh it's a flyer for a,"
"I know what it is, why is it here?" He interrupted. I opened my mouth to answer him, but he butted in before I had the chance.
"You don't expect me to go, do you?"
"Not if you don't want to, I was just thinking it might be fun."
"Oh," he groaned as he flung himself onto his bed.
"Oh?"
"Will its just if you go, I'll be here by myself all night."
"What's the matter with that?"
"What if I get bored?"
"You can play with all your junk, you just lugged in." I laughed.
"It's not junk it's an experiment! And what if I get bored of that?"
"I don't know! Watch Telly?"
"All of the shows are stupid!"
"Well I'm going to the party, so I guess you will just have to deal with it, Sherlock."
"Sometimes when I'm bored, I shoot things."
"What!?" He had my full attention now.
"Not living things! Obviously, but things like walls."
He was acting as if this was a perfectly normal past time.
"Well I hope you don't have a gun on you, but I'm not taking any chances with my security deposit, so your coming with me to the party."
"What? No I don't want to!"
---
Sherlock and I stood near one of the walls. Around us people were dancing, talking and drinking. There was pulsing music and black lights. The only thing about the party that wasn't fun, was us.
Sherlock was absolutely miserable, he was completely out of his element. I wanted to go socialize but I didn't have the heart to leave him in the corner alone looking like a lost puppy.
"Can we leave yet, John?"
"We've hardly been here for an hour!"
"Is that a no, then?"
"Are you really that uncomfortable?"
He replied by looking away.
"I'll be right back," I said and his eyes grew in terror.
"What!? You can't leave me alone!"
"I'll be right back," I walked over to the table with the drinks and poured him some kind of fruity vodka mixture. I walked back over to him and handed him the cup.
"Drink this, it's punch."
Sherlock toke a sip and spit it out,
"What kind of punch is that? It taste horrible!"
"Sherlock, just drink it, doctor's orders."
He rolled his eyes and mumbled "You're not a doctor yet." But he reluctantly downed the punch.
About half an hour later Sherlock was on the dance floor and I was trying to find someone interesting to talk to. No one was as interesting as Sherlock, I was beginning to regret helping him loosen up. With no luck finding anyone capable of intelligent conversation, I walked out on the dance floor to join Sherlock.
"Hello Jawn!"
"Hey,"
"Ya know that punch you gave me was really good! I had six more cups!"
"You what!?"
"Why aren't you dancing? You should dance on the dance floor!" He grabbed my hands and flayed them around well I tried to continue talking.
"Sherlock have you ever drank before?"
"Of course Jawn! Don't be so stupid! If you don't consume liquid you dye! As a doctor you should know these things!"
"No I mean alcohol, have you ever had alcohol before?"
"Of course I have! I had a glass of champagne at my cousin's wedding."
"That's all! Oh bloody hell!"
"I'm gonna go get some more punch!"
"No Sherlock, come on, your coming with me."
I grabbed his hand and started walking towards the door.
"Oh are we going to your office, doctor?"
"No we are going back to the dorm. I have a feeling you're about to get sick."
"Well if I'm sick I should go to the doctor's" He smirked. "Come on!"
He pulled me away from the main door and down a hallway. He was much stronger then I expected him to be.
"Sherlock where are we going?"
"To your office,"
"Sherlock I don't have an office, I'm not a doctor yet. Let's just go home."
He turned a corner and opened the door to a closet. He dragged me in behind him and closed the door.
"Sherlock what are we doing?"
"I have a doctor's appointment," suddenly Sherlock's lips were on my own. They were so soft but tasted like liquor, and then they were gone from my mouth and on my neck. Suckling and devouring it, I heard him mumble into me "I want you so badly," but his speech was just mumbled because he was in the midst of giving me a hickey. I was really shocked, considering I thought he was straight, but I gained some composure and pushed him off.
"Sherlock your drunk!"
"I am not! I haven't touched any alcohol!"
"The punch Sherlock, the punch was made with vodka! I assumed you knew that!"
"Oh so this was your plan all along, get me drunk and have your way with me?"
"What! No! Of course!"
"Well it should have been!" He laughed and started kissing me again. It was fierce and hungry. Our tongues battled for control, and he pushed me against the wall.
"Sherlock,"
He pulled at my jumper.
"You're wasted."
His lips moved to my jaw and then down my neck.
"You are not thinking straight,"
Sherlock stopped and looked at me. His lips came millimeters away from mine. "You are completely correct John. I'm not thinking straight at all, I hate thinking straight! My preferences are much more curvy."
His lips thrashed into mine once again, and his hands snaked it's way to my belt loop. His thumb moved along my skin as he got closer to the button of my trousers. A small moan escaped my throat. He undid the top button and began to kiss downward again except this time he didn't stop at my neck. He planted teasing kiss down to the rim of my pants. I had to stop him, he was drunk and this wasn't right. Just as he was about to pull down my pants and I was about to stop him, he threw up all over me.
---
The next morning I woke up still somewhat smelling like vomit, even though I had taken several showers last night.
Sherlock was still sleeping, so I went to the bathroom to take another shower and get ready for the day. Today was my last day before classes and I wanted to make sure I got everything in order before they started. I still had to figure out where some of my classrooms were and pick up some more things from the bookstore.
I came back into the room and Sherlock was sitting up and holding the sides of his head.
"Morning,"
"Can you please be quieter?"
"Sorry," I said rolling my eyes. He must have seen that because he looked at me, as if he were trying to figure out why I was moody.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Deduce it,"
"Can't, my heads killing me. Why are you being so cranky, looks like you had a better night then I did."
"Excuse me?"
"You've got a hickey."
"What? I didn't notice that?"
"Well you do have one. So since you obviously had a good time last night, why are you acting so pissed off?"
I looked at him puzzled, he seemed genuinely curious.
"Sherlock what do you remember from last night?"
"Nothing, after my third drink."
"Are you serious!" I shouted, louder then I should have.
"John? Why are you shouting? Are you mad at me?"
"You honestly don't remember what you did last night?"
"Oh god! I didn't scare of your date, did I?"
"Actually you threw up on me. Twice."
"Oh god I'm sorry John."
He rubbed his temples and rolled over facing the wall.
"This is your first hangover, isn't it?" I realized and calmed down.
"No."
"Oh really because last night you said you didn't drink,"
"I don't drink, that doesn't mean I haven't felt like shit before."
"I'll get you an aspirin"
"No!"
I spun around, taken aback by his outburst.
"No pills John. Please."
"Ok fine, I was about to go get breakfast, I'll bring you back some coffee." Sherlock mumbled something into his pillow, so I decided that he was saying thank you.
---
There wasn't any coffee left by the time I finished my food, so I decided to just continue on with my day. After about three hours of making sure I knew how to get from class to class alright, I headed to the book store. I walked in and saw Greg, my original roommate, and decided to say hello. He was standing with someone I recognized but couldn't remember the name of.
"Hey Greg!" I called.
"Oh hey John! This is my new roommate Phil Anderson."
"Nice to meet you Phil."
"Please don't call me that, I prefer my surname."
"Oh sorry, how have you been Greg?"
"Can't complain! How's life with Sherlock?" Before I could answer Anderson cut in, "Oh so you're the freaks new roommate? Sorry about that but hey thanks for switching!"
"Sherlock's not a freak, he's a genius!" I debated.
"You are kidding, aren't you?" Anderson laughed.
"No actually I'm not! Why do you think he's a freak? Just because he's a little different?"
"A little different? Have you met him? There is nothing normal about Sherlock Holmes! I don't even know why he bothered coming to uni! The way he is, he won't ever make it in the real world!" Anderson spat the words with hatred. Lastrade just stood there looking around not knowing what to say. I glared at them both, before turning and leaving the store, completely forgetting what I went in for.
---
"Where have you been?" Sherlock asked accusingly as soon as I walked in the door.
"What?"
"You said you were going to bring me coffee and you never did!"
"Oh sorry they were out."
"I thought you were supposed to take care of me!?"
"Sorry, what?"
"You got me drunk, you help me get over the hangover!"
"I did not get you drunk!"
"You gave me the boozes!"
" I handed you one drink, the others were all you."
"Likely story, I don't drink!"
"Well you didn't know that the punch was spiked!"
Sherlock cracked up laughing "Of course I did! I'm not an idiot John."
"Yes you are." I laughed as I sat down on Sherlock's bed. "Are you seriously still feeling ill?"
"No"
"Then get up"
"No!"
"Sherlock,"
"Get out."
"What?"
"Get out! I need to go to my mind palace!"
"Your what?"
"Get out!"
"Hey! Stop it! Sherlock there is no need to kick me! I'm going!"
I shut the door behind me, and heard Sherlock lock it.
"Are you serious!?" I shouted through the door, "What the hell even is a mind palace?"
---
After about an hour of banishment from my own room, I decided to google what a mind palace was. After reading the Wikipedia article which was mostly just big filler words, I thought I had a basic understanding. Basically it was a memory technique that could be used to store memories and to recover them.
Then it hit me. What if he was trying to remember more about last night. I hadn't mentioned him kissing me because I figured it was just a drunken mistake that would make things awkward between us. But what if he remembered and realized I lied about it? I jumped up and started banging on the door! "Sherlock! Sherlock!"
"Shut up!" he replied from inside the room.
"What exactly are you trying to remember, Sherlock?" I shouted back. There was silence after that until, the door jerked open to reveal a confused and angry Sherlock.
"Why do you care?"
I started to walk into the room but Sherlock blocked the doorway with his body.
"Sherlock" I said warning him to move.
"Answer my question!"
"You answer mine first!"
"John!"
"Sherlock!"
He pushed me back and slammed the door in my face.
"You are so immature!" I yelled at the door.
"Am not!"
"Then open the bloody door!"
"No!"
"Damnit Sherlock,it is my dorm too!"
"So!?"
"So you can't lock me out!"
"John, I can't have you making noise or thinking well I'm in my mind palace. So yes, actually I can lock you out."
I felt my blood boiling. Who does he think he is? What a complete and total asshole! People were starting to look out of their doors to see what the commotion in the hallway was about.
"I bloody hate you Sherlock!" I shouted at the door. I walked outside to cool off, before I could attract any more attention