i couldn’t sleep
native american cecil that sprouts desert flowers from behind his ears when he feels very positive emotions <33
Cabin Pressure by John Finnemore!
I don’t want it to end…! Just when I got so hooked up on it… Well, late for the party or not (invited), here’s some MJN Air chaps to help with CP deprivation. Sorry I forgot one strap on Martin’s sleeves.
Let’s talk about the logistics of the stag night, shall we?
According to the directions that Sherlock gave the bartender at the beginning of the night, each beer that he and John drank was 443.7 ml. Converted to fluid ounces for the American over here that comes out to roughly 15, or an ounce shy of a standard American pint and five ounces shy of an imperial pint. Which means they weren’t even drinking full beers.
Counting how many drinks they showed us on screen and remembering that Sherlock said they would only have one drink at each location as you would for a standard pub crawl, they had
According to Mrs. Hudson they were out for two hours.
So to sum up, they each had five (more like 4.5) small beers and one shot over the course of two hours and got blackout drunk enough to fall asleep essentially cuddling together on the stairs. One more drink who knows how long later got them arrested.
Lestrade was right, they are fucking lightweights.
"Cecil - I think the town’s lost gravity again."
"Hm. Really? I hadn’t noticed."
I’ll probably touch this up some more before submitting it (and maybe add headphones), but for now, this is more or less my Cecil/Carlos entry for the t-shirt contest.