Sherlock:
You grin at him as you clung your arms around his neck. "I think I finally got it." You giggled. "I know how you read people." Sherlock raised an eyebrow at your drunk state. "Do tell." He said and held you, making sure you didn't fall. "You just look them in the eye really hard and you just know." You decided with a dead serious tone and looked into his eyes. Sherlock smiled softly at you. "What can you see?"You kept staring at him with narrowed eyes. "You're a detective and in a relationship." He chuckled at you and nodded. "You're absolutely right."
John:
"John look! I'm Sherlock." You laughed and put the detective cap on your head. "(Y/N) maybe that last glass of wine wasn't such a good idea." John mumbled but flashed a smile in your direction. You threw yourself on the couch and yelled "Bored!" John shook his head at you but couldn't help but to grin, though it didn't last long as he saw you reaching for the gun they had hidden. Instantly he took it before you did and glared at you. You smiled innocently and laid back down on the couch as John kept a stern eye on you, watching as you slowly fell asleep.
Moriarty:
"Babe. Babe!" You yelled from the couch and smirked when Jim walked into the living room. "What is it my darling queen?" He asked sarcastically and looked at you with amusement. "I love you." You grinned and blew a kiss towards him, making him chuckle in respond as he made his way over to you. He couldn't help but to find your drunkenness incredibly adorable. "I love you too my queen but I have work to do." He said and bent down to kiss your lips sweetly. But before he could pull away you pulled him down on the couch and wrapped your legs around him. "You're not going anywhere." You smirked and leaned in for another kiss.
Greg:
"Graham." You chuckled, your cheeks hot pink and your legs unsteady. "Have you been drinking?" Greg asked and eyed you up and down. "Only a little." You smiled innocently and walked over to him. "(Y/N) what are you doing here?" He continued and furrowed his eyebrows at you. "Can't I surprise my boyfriend at work?" He shook his head, smiling. "Not in this state you can't." You rolled your eyes and kissed his lips seductively. "Then take me home."
Mycroft:
"(Y/N)?" Mycroft asked as he answered your phone call. "Hello. It's me." You sang through the phone, making Mycroft frown in confusion. "Are you alright-" "I was wondering if after all these years you'd like to meet." You continued as Mycroft sighed, realizing you had reached your drinking limits. "So hello from the other side! I must have-" You continued singing, or rather screaming. With a smile Mycroft placed the phone on the desk and continued with his work as he listened to your singing. Your voice faded, making him worried before he heard the sound of snoring.