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Remus is dying. Well, not really. But the extent of his suffering is pretty high right now. He’s on one of these blind date sessions James’ coffee shop, Hugs with Mugs, organizes once in a while. It’s for single people who are interested in meeting someone new—according to James they’re supposed to come and “mingle”.
It’s exactly as dreadful as it sounds.
James forced him to come after he’d whined to him about being single again for too long.
They’ve been friends from the moment they met in high school so James is pretty used to Remus’ repining and moping. But, apparently, it got much worse since James got together with his new partner Lily (Remus is supposed to meet her and her best friend next week for lunch). He’s happy for James of course, but it also makes the loneliness in his heart sting a little bit sharper. Also, James has been insufferable—he either talks Remus’ ear off about how amazing Lily is, or he tries to set Remus up with whoever has the misfortune of standing the closest, so they could all go on “wicked double dates”. Remus has no idea what is so “wicked” about double dates but he’s glad to stay clear of them for now.
James had promised to come and keep Remus company if the mingling didn’t go well but he’s nowhere in sight the git. Typical.
Remus tries. He really does. But everyone is either too obnoxious, boring, stupidly posh or weird. He gives up on seriously trying to find someone decent to talk to after 30 minutes of hopeless small talk and decides to just make fun of it. Besides, he’s on his second Martini (James’ bribe for coming are free drinks) so it seems like the only logical option. That’s when he sees a man coming in his direction and the first thing he notices is the funny name on the sticker everyone was forced to take and write their name on.
Remus snorts into his glass. He can’t help himself.
“What’s up, star boy”
The man lifts his head. When he sees Remus he gives him an obvious once over and then arches his eyebrow. Remus’ breath catches.
Fuck. He’s gorgeous.
“You’re one to talk wolf boy. But I have to admit I’d like to hear you howl.”
Remus responds before he can think about it.
“Sorry to disappoint but wolves only howl at the moon.”
“Yes, but they do it under the light of stars. Maybe you could howl under me too,” the man Sirius smirks.
They both look at each other for a second, trying to hold the serious faces before they simultaneously burst into laughs. Remus manages to get out “that was a good one” before he’s back to doubling over in laughter.
He only finds out later that night that jokes are not the only thing Sirius is very good at.