Why was there an elephant in Jim's room? And why didn't it have legs? Why was it floating? And Sherlock was laughing in slow motion and it was really deep and sexy and all Jim wanted to do was kiss him and maybe eat some candy right after...

Oh right, there was a blunt between his fingers.

He blinked and passed it off to Sherlock, who was evidently hallucinating something a lot funnier than a floating legless elephant.

Legless Legolas...

Jim snorted.

Oh god he was so fucking hungry. He wandered into the kitchen and grabbed two huge bags of chips, a tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream with two spoons, and two cans of this horribly unhealthy energy drink.

"Pffffffft ayyeeeeee Jim Jim Jimmy," Sherlock blew out smoke and laughed at himself, then zoned out and stared at the ceiling, muttering, "Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy Jimmy," over and over. Jim rolled his eyes and nearly tripped over the leprechaun that was passed out on the floor. Trippy Jim tripping. Trippin' out and trippin' over...

"I come bearing gifts," Jim held up the armfull of food he brought and fell onto the bed.

Jim and Sherlock learned a few things that night; plain tortilla chips become bland after a while, and one should never mix a tangy energy drink with minty ice cream.