[John's eyes fell down to their feet as they started traveling, their steps becoming wider and bolder within the gentle parameters of the music. He didn't stumble, not yet at least, but he did misstep and throw off their rhythm once or twice; hesitating a bit too long and second guessing where his foot should land so as to keep up their spinning and avoid crushing his friend's toes.
When Sherlock mentioned the drinks, he let out an absent chuckle, trying to ignore the shiver that shot down his spine at the whisper of the detective's low tone and the warmth of his breath hitting John's ear.]
I hope so. Or the drinks could have the opposite effect and this could all go belly up.
[John joked with his voice just as soft, shifting his grip in Sherlock's and absently rubbing his thumb against the back of his friend's hand as he avoided stepping on the other man's foot once again with a sympathetic and frustrated hiss.]
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When Sherlock mentioned the drinks, he let out an absent chuckle, trying to ignore the shiver that shot down his spine at the whisper of the detective's low tone and the warmth of his breath hitting John's ear.]
I hope so. Or the drinks could have the opposite effect and this could all go belly up.
[John joked with his voice just as soft, shifting his grip in Sherlock's and absently rubbing his thumb against the back of his friend's hand as he avoided stepping on the other man's foot once again with a sympathetic and frustrated hiss.]