It had started with a case, as most things in the lives of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson seemed to. This case had been wrapped up rather quickly though it all was very strange. The victim had been found dead in a student house, the scene set to make it all look like an accident. Sherlock couldn’t think what would have killed the petite victim without the other party goers noticing. The detective had gleefully started listing rare poisons before John cut in with a much more boring solution: alcohol poisoning. Sherlock had sniffed, clearly disappointed with people in general. Though he seemed to doubt that the victim, though petite and underweight, could possibly have been killed without drinking more than her stomach could realistically hold. John had then found the need to point out that he was a doctor and that he knew the factors that came into play when differentiating tolerances in people. Sherlock had rolled his eyes and insisted it was impossible. Naturally the two bickered all the way home. The term ‘light-weight’ was tossed around quite a lot. Tempers flared. Somehow the two decided that a drinking contest was the only way this matter could be settled.