Early Christmas present for my lovely wifey consultant-fangirl-phoenix she’s the best wifey in the entire planet!!!! ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
No, Sherlock, that is not how you drink from a glass.
See, this is what the increasing size of wine goblets is leading us to. I can only be thankful he wasn’t wearing a shirt, or it would’ve been totally ruined. Unless that’s what he’s using to mop up the spill…
(Honestly I imagine him kicking back and relaxing, having a nice bit of something to eat, and then Mycroft walks in, stands annoyingly, and Sherlock aspirates his dinner all over everything out of sheer aggravation.)