"Half empty already..."

Looking at the red wine bottle in her hand and the large glass in the other, she couldn't help thinking that she should have grabbed another bottle on her way home. She then scolded herself for the thought, cursing that emptiness within her life was leading her sub-conscious to binge drinking on a week night.

"Well, Fridays not really a week night," she thought, "...just a night I should be spending with other human beings, socialising, having fun..." she took a sip, "...the drinking would have been inevitable..." She shrugged the thought away, sighed and topped up her glass, wondering what televisual delight awaited her.

Sounded like a Doctor Who rerun.

Wait no...More like X Factor...

She listened out as the channel changed again through the door. Tip toed and cautious, Molly leaned her side against the wood.

"Molly, you make a terrible eavesdropper. Remind me never to ask your assistance in the field."

Molly felt her spine stiffen.

How? When?...Why?

"...And if you're planning on a cup of coffee after your wine, you know how I like it."

Bastard...

She decided not to seem fazed.

My house, my general low confidence deserves some sort of boost here...

She quick grabbed a mug and made his coffee, then a swig of wine later, she marched into her living room, plonked herself down on the couch and handed him the mug. With no acknowledgment, Sherlock Holmes grasped the hot drink ad continued switching from program to program. Molly decided to branch out into foreign territory.

"What are you watching?"

"Evidently, nothing in particular."

Slightly taken aback, she turned a blind eye on what she knew she should have expected from him.

"How can you watch all this...all this...well as John would say, crap telly?"

Molly sensed an opportunity.

"Well, if you can recall, I wasn't. I was in the kitchen, after having a shower in the bathroom. You are the one that broke into my house and started watching my telly." Proud of her contained outburst, she took a sip and got cocky. "...By all accounts, you Mister would make a terrible burglar..."

Sherlock almost smiled.

"You are much more tolerable when intoxicated, Miss Hooper. Some would say almost witty."

"I shall take that as a compliment..."

"As you wish."

"However, alcohol does not appear to make you act any more human..."

She was getting really cocky now. Sherlock looked up from the television for a second with a vague confusion on his face. He looked down at his mug, then up at Molly.

"I didn't. Just instant coffee and sugar in hot water." She took a long sip. "But I made you wonder..."

She didn't look away from the TV. She knew if she looked at him she wouldn't be able to maintain her poker face.

He glanced at her, then vaguely ahead. Molly Hooper, confusing me?