Just at that moment, Danny walked back into the main room this time carrying two beers. Or what passed for beer here. The capitol liked to make shit fancier than it really needed to be. "How 'bout a note? 'Dear Danny, I have a friend visiting the suite, please don't bash him in the head with a rock.'" He glared sidelong at Sherlock as he plopped in the couch across from John, setting a beer on the table in front of him and then one in front of John.

"Danny Williams," he stuck out a hand to shake. At Sherlock's glare, he just turned around and groused, "Get your own booze, I'm not talking to you right now. Come back later."