All My Friends.That's how it starts. They go back to Sherlock's house, they check the charts, and start to figure it out. Because the night is young and so are them. Because the cold London breeze could make a man high, and neither of them were in their senses.
It was just another one night elope, where he will not-wake up because he never fell asleep in the first place. Another one night elope with Victor, because he was interesting enough, and Victor managed to tolerate Sherlock.
That's how it starts. They check the charts and decide to go out hoping they reach a crowded place where they feel obliged to stay until late times in the early morning. "What if it rains?" Victor asks. Sherlock just gives him a scoffing eye. Who cares about the weather? They are too drugged to even care about their own lives.
Not like Sherlock managed to care about his life on a daily basis.
The more he threatened it the better. He couldn't remember a time he didn't take those unnecessary risks. Because its th