Loud, rhythmic music was vibrating the room, and two men, one tall with brown, untameable hair, and one short with a blonde army haircut stood in a corner. The taller of the two looked cosiderably drunk, and the shorter man appeared to be wrestling a half filled pint of beer away form him. He then shouted, "Sherlock…..Sherlock no! You've already had enough to drink! Eh…hrm…give…me..That." He managed to wrestle the glass away and put it on a ledge, the taller man, identified as Sherlock, now looking slightly agitated, "But John!" He shouted, his voice beginning to slur, "I need that drink! It's mere existence is pumping life into my poor soul." John was not pleased, "It's not breathing life into you, it's making you drunk. Sooner or later, you'll end up injured because of your drinking habits, and I won't be there to help you…" He trailed off, noticing that Sherlock had stopped paying attention to him, but rather to the music. He began to laugh.
Sherlock was becoming absorbed by a song he wouldn't be caught dead listening to, let alone dancing to. But that wasn't the thing making John laugh. The man was singing along. "He's into superstitions black cats and voodoo dolls. I feel a premonition that guy's gonna make me fall." He was also shaking his hips in time, amd if Jonh was not mistaken, then he heard Sherlock swap any female pronoun for a male pronoun, only pushing the boundaries of his unconfirmed sexuality more. He was now dragging John to the dancefloor, still swaying his hips and singing "He's into new sensations new kicks in the candle light. He's got a new addiction for every day and night." A sober Sherlock would be horrified, "He'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain. He'll make you live her crazy life but he'll take away your pain like a bullet to your brain. Come On!"
John was now dancing in time with Sherlock, enjoying this new side to the consulting detective. He threw any dignity he had left away, along with his beliefs that Sherlock could never seduce him. It appeared as if the man was not only a great seducer, but a great singer as well, "Upside, inside out he's livin la vida loca. He'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca. His lips are devil red, and his skin's the color mocha. He will wear you out. Livin la vida loca Come On! Livin la vida loca, Come on! He's livin la vida loca." And then the after chorus instrumental came, and what proceeded was something very unexpected. Sherlock's arms were already draped across the army doctor's broad shoulders, and there was little distance between the two. That distance was soon eliminated. They were kissing, and if Sherlock wasn't turning him on enough, then he didn't know what else the man had to do.