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"Moony, let's pre pres," Sirius said as he appeared from the bathroom, giving his hair a final ruffle. He joined Remus in the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of firewhiskey from a high cabinet. Sirius' heart leapt at the sight of him, all done up. There was a darkness around his eyes and the usual practical jumper and cords he adorned were replaced by a sheer loose tee and black jeans.
"Sirius, we do not need to pre before we get to pres." Remus gave him a tired look and Sirius grinned.
"Yes, yes we don't have to. But I'm going to, and this is my gracious invitation to you if you'll accept." Sirius poured a shot into the bottle cap, threw his head back, and swallowed. His throat burned and eyes watered.
They were going out that evening, and pres were officially at James and Lily's, but Sirius liked having his first drink as he got ready.
Remus sighed, a glint of mischief behind his annoyance. Sirius poured him another bottle cap shot and beamed as he handed it over and Remus accepted.
There was a record playing in the living room, the song quietly drifting through the walls and into Sirius' soul. He had another shot and began to dance.
"I can't wait to go out," Sirius moaned, head bobbing to the music. "I can't wait to dance."
"I can."
"Lighten up, Moony," he offered a hand out as an invitation to join him, up and moving. Remus narrowed his eyes, though Sirius knew he was going to accept. Remus stood from where he was leaning against the side of the dining table. They danced, took more shots, smoked a cigarette between them, and Sirius filled his flask with the remnants of their firewhiskey and stowed it away in his leather jacket before they were ready to leave.
When they arrived at the Potter's, Sirius was immediately stolen away by Marlene, who linked their arms and planted a kiss on his cheek. The Radio was blasting some muggle pop song and Sirius was pulled into Lily and James' bedroom with Mrs Potter-to-be herself, getting ready. Marlene sat on the bed, a handheld mirror in her grasp as she scrutinised her eye makeup. Lily sat at her desk, vanity mirror propped up as she fussed with her hair.
Sirius fetched a bottle of white wine, the cheapest Peter could find in their local supermarket, and swigged it straight from the bottle.
"Yuck," he smacked his lips after the first taste.
Merlin, these nights were what Sirius lived for—getting pissed with his mates, for no reason other than pretending that they were normal young adults, not fighters or soldiers. They had had no fun in a while, and Sirius clung to these scarce moments as tightly as he could.
"Sirius, I can do yours now," Marlene said. She swiped a final finger across her eyelid, smudging the black eyeliner even more before closing the mirror with a snap. Sirius grinned and scooched closer to her on the bed.
Marlene brandished the black eye pencil and grabbed Sirius by the jaw.
"Oi. Careful, McKinnon."
"Shut up and let me do my work, Black," Marlene said. "Close."
Sirius huffed and closed his eyes. Marlene was a rather rough makeup artist, as she swiped and dragged the blunt pencil across his eyelids. But she was the only one he trusted to do his eyeliner just the way he liked it; rogue and messy. It was far sexier like that.
"Open. Look up."
She dragged the pencil across his waterline. ("Ow! You know you can be a bit gentler." "Beauty is pain, Black, beauty is pain.")
"Look at me."
Marlene hummed in thought. She licked her thumb and wiped under his left eye.
"Are you looking ravishing enough yet?" Lily asked across her shoulder, laughing.
Sirius looked at himself in the handheld mirror and grinned. He kissed Marlene on the cheek with an exaggerated mwah.
"Yes, I am. Thank you, my darling."
She mwahed back. Sirius could not put into words how much he loved Marlene McKinnon. It was entirely different from his love for any of the Marauders, which was a bond of unquestionable loyalty; a brotherhood. Marlene was ethereal. She and Sirius understood each other in a queer way that, of course, the Marauders wouldn't get.
"You are very welcome. So don't forget to thank me when you end up going home with someone." She smirked. Sirius scrunched up his nose at her.
"Shut your mouth, McKinnon."
There was a clashing noise and the door to the room swung open and James Potter draped himself against the frame. He was done up in a paisley button-up shirt and low bell-bottom jeans. His hair was sprayed into an interesting quaff and Sirius couldn't help but laugh at him.
"Hello, my gorgeous Lily flower."
"Hello, James," Lily said fondly. He swooned at just the sound of her voice.
"Remus sent me to ask where we're going this fine evening."
"Assumption," Sirius answered.
It was a bit of a shit club, but it was near the Leaky Cauldron, so they could floo there. It was free entry and had cheap drinks and played god-awful music (maybe that was its charm) so they seemed to end up there on a night out. Sirius did admit, ashamedly, that he loved it there.
James began dancing to the radio as he sauntered over to plant a kiss on Lily's forehead. Sirius stood off the bed and joined him, swaying their hips and passing the now almost empty bottle of wine between them. As they danced, James stumbled over his own feet, and Sirius grabbed his shoulders and stood him back up.
"How much have you had to drink, Prongs?" Sirius laughed.
James scoffed. "Pftt. Nothing. One."
Sirius raised an eyebrow.
"Three."
"Give me that." Sirius snatched the bottle from him and downed the rest. "Jim, we all know you're a fucking lightweight."
James punched him in the shoulder. He kept dancing, reaching out a hand for Lily to join him. She accepted happily, and they began swaying together. Oh, to be young and in love, Sirius thought. Nothing brought him hope like seeing James and Lily together. Despite this, they were sickeningly sweet and what does a best friend do if not tease? He faked being sick, and Marlene joined in. "I cannot deal with this all night."
Marlene interlocked their arms. "We'll survive it together."
He barked a laugh as Remus appeared in the doorway. Sirius beamed at the sight of him. "Are we ready to go yet?"
The group filtered out into the living room, where Remus and Peter were finishing their drinks. There were empty bottles and glasses strewn about the breakfast bar and the odd canned cocktail here and there. Sirius chucked the empty wine bottle in the bin and whisked up a half-empty bottle of firewhiskey. He filled the lid to the brim and downed it in one.
"Pour me one," Marlene said. She downed her shot as well, smacking her lips and wincing. "Fucking rank."
"Anyone else?" Sirius offered the bottle to the group. Remus accepted and took a swig straight from the bottle.
Sirius whooped. "Moony, let's go crazy!"
After a while of faffing, collecting wallets and keys and counting muggle pound coins, everyone was ready to floo to The Leaky Cauldron. Assumption was only a short walk from there, hence why they were there more often than Sirius' dignity let him admit. He was last to fall into the dimly lit pub and the group stumbled, all drunken laughs and giggles, to the club. He and Marlene ordered jäger bombs from the bar before downing them and running to follow their friends outside.
They joined the queue and waited, freezing, for almost twenty minutes. Sirius made Marlene check his eye makeup every few minutes, and he took swigs from a flask. Soon enough, they made it inside and Sirius bounded to the bar.
"Can I have six double vodka lemonades?" Sirius asked the bartender.
He always enjoyed blowing his inheritance money like this — on trivial things and splurging on his friends. He loved to picture his parents' horrified faces if they knew what exactly Uncle Alphard had been financing.
The bartender placed the drinks one by one on the bar and Sirius passed them around. He grasped the cold, tall glass and chugged.
Marlene whooped and chanted: "We like to drink with Sirius 'cause Sirius is our mate! And when we drink with Sirius, he gets it down in eight! Seven! Six —" She didn't finish counting down before the drink was completely gone. Remus rolled his eyes. Sirius grinned at him.
"Where's your sense of adventure gone, granddad?"
"We're both nineteen, shut up, Pads." And Remus downed his drink as well, a mischievous, almost competitive glint in his eyes.
"We're going to get a table!" James shouted over the loud music. He had an arm draped around Lily's waist as he gestured to himself and Peter.
"We're going to dance!" Sirius looked at Marlene to confirm this, and she was gulping back her drink. She grinned and nodded, placing the empty glass on the bar. "Moony, will you dance with us?"
"Absolutely not," Remus said.
"Later! You won't escape me!"
Marlene grabbed Sirius' hand as they weaved through the sweaty bodies of the dance floor. They found themselves in a slightly less crowded alcove, with a smidge of space to swing their arms and twirl around each other. Dancing with Marlene was exciting. She ran her fingers through the layers of her shaggy blonde hair, knew every word to every song and screamed along to them perfectly. She didn't care. She let loose, and Sirius did the same and before long they were both grinning and thrashing and sweating.
His eyes scanned the dance floor for anyone of interest, someone captivating that--Sirius could admit this--looked like a good shag. Alas, he was left disappointed.
To avoid unwanted advances from pervy club-goers, Sirius would position himself in between them and Marlene, bat them away and hold her close. They would stick two fingers up and dance around them when their backs were turned, sending each other into stitches with laughter.
After a while, the others joined them, and they were all dancing together. Sirius couldn't keep his eyes off Remus. The way the flashing lights bounced off his jaw and the way his head tipped back, eyes closed, letting himself go fully. It was a rarity to see him like that. Sirius kept grinning as he let his limbs swing and twist and move.
He was about to shuffle closer to him, when suddenly, Marlene pulled him closer and leaned in to shout in his ear. "Will you come to the toilet with me?"
He nodded, shouting to the group where they were going before the pair weaved through people, hand in hand. It was much quieter by the toilets. Sirius could feel the bass vibrating through the walls.
"Just come into the ladies. No one will mind," Marlene said, still dragging him by the hand.
She grinned and Sirius followed her into a red-doored cubical, locking it behind them. Marlene fished around in one of her pockets, retrieving a small see-through bag. She opened it up, licked her finger and dipped it in, spreading the light brown granules across her gums.
"Want any?" She offered it to Sirius, who accepted, licking his finger and dipping it into the bag.
Sirius was adamant they weren't druggies. They were just partyers who wanted to have an excellent time. More than that. Sirius found that when he was high on MD his fingertips went fuzzy and his already ecstatic drunken feeling heightened blissfully.
"I need a wee. Will you wait?"
"Yeah, course."
Marlene was wearing a tight, white mini-skirt and her thong straps poked over the top of it. She pulled them both down to her ankles and sat. She dropped her head into her hands and her hair, wildly, covered her face.
"You feeling alright, down there?" Sirius asked.
"I'm so fucking pissed, Sirius." She grinned up at him.
He laughed, stumbling back into the door. "Me too. Let's dance again, my darling."
Marlene washed her hands, and they raced back to their friends. James greeted them with a woop and a grin and Lily stole Marlene from Sirius' grip and twirled and span her. Sirius found James, Peter, and Remus and couldn't hold back his grin. The incredible buzz he felt, the thumping bass vibrating through the floor and into his toes, up his legs, making his knees weak. His closest friends were there with him, laughing and jumping and he loved them so much he could explode.
Remus' dancing was charming. Sirius knew he was always conscious of where his limbs were, but when he was drunk, a confidence scarcely seen in Remus overcame him. He caught Remus' eye as he snaked his waist and quirked his lips into an almost knowing smirk, as if he could feel Sirius' wondering eyes.
Remus beckoned Sirius closer with a finger, and as Sirius swayed, he stepped forward, leaning closer.
"Do you want to go out for a smoke?" Remus asked.
A pang of disappointment hit Sirius in the chest. The ghost of the thought that Remus was going to ask him to dance painfully drifted from his mind. But he nodded. He tapped Marlene on the shoulder (who was still wrapped up with Lily) and mouthed smoke? gesturing with his fingers in a V at his lips. She nodded.
"We're going for a smoke," Sirius said to James.
"I'll come." He looked to Peter, who nodded. "Yeah, we'll come. I need some fresh air."
The group found themselves shivering against the brick wall of the building, dimly lit by a flickering street lamp. The smoking area consisted of a few picnic benches with ashtrays and broken umbrellas. Sirius chose to stand and lean against the wall. He retrieved his pack of cigarettes and muggle lighter.
"Shall we share one?" He asked, not at anyone in particular.
"One? Between four. Fuck off, Black," Marlene said.
"I'll roll another," Remus said. He got out a pouch of tobacco, sticking the filter between his lips. Sirius had never seen a more attractive thing in his life. Sirius could never get the knack of hand-rolling cigarettes — he had the money to blow on straights, so he did. It was a strange but sexy skill, Sirius thought, as Remus began expertly lining up the tobacco. He licked the rolling paper and closed it tightly and that could have sent Sirius over the edge. "There we are."
As Peter and James didn't smoke, the two cigarettes were passed around the other four. Lily was shivering, tucked away under James' arm. Somehow, despite her bare legs and strappy top, Marlene was not. She was still swaying to the low beat of the music inside.
Remus looked divine, as always, as he laughed along with whatever stupid and drunken joke James had told.
"Have you spotted any fit blokes yet, Sirius?" Marlene asked.
"I wish. But alas, this place is still a shithole," Sirius said, his laugh falling out of his mouth.
A habit of Sirius' — a very, very bad one, according to James — was taking random men back to the flat. Sirius would shrug off his best friends' concerns, and bark at him to leave Sirius alone and let him live a little.
"We're only here to raise the calibre of men, aren't we mate?" James laughed.
"If only either of you could actually do that," Remus said through the cigarette hanging from his mouth.
Everyone laughed. Sirius stuck out his tongue at him, but he laughed as well. They chatted outside for a while and Sirius basked in it. He passed his cig to Marlene and Remus passed his to Lily and he fell into a lull of not knowing what to do with his arms. He stuffed them in the pockets of his jacket; the warmth spreading across his fingertips. Sirius let his head rest against the wall and a fleeting but sudden wave of tiredness overcame him. His eyes fluttered closed, then opened again when a firm pressure landed on his shoulder.
"You alright, Pads?" Remus whispered. Sirius opened his eyes. As he took in his surroundings, his gaze landed on Remus' concerned face. Sirius grinned at him.
"I'm perfect, Moony."
Remus' lip quirked as if he was going to protest this, but whatever he was going to say vanished as Lily let out a gasp. "I love this song! James, let's go back inside! Who wants the rest of this?" She offered out the half-smoked cigarette. Sirius took it from her and ushered them inside to have fun.
"Shit, Remus, will you finish this one? I'm an undercover ABBA superfan." Marlene offered the other cigarette to Remus before running off with the Prongses and Peter.
Other than the hum of ABBA in the background, silence overcame them. Remus was looking at him intensely, studying his face. Sirius felt slightly scrutinised, and he took a nervous drag from his cigarette as his cheeks heated up furiously. The nicotine rush hit him very suddenly, filling his entire being, so much so that he rested further against the wall so as to not collapse into Remus' arms.
"You sure you're alright?" Remus asked again.
"Yes, mum. Do you want some more firewhiskey?" Sirius offered to disguise his sudden wobbliness.
Remus nodded. Sirius passed over his flask, and Remus took a large swig. Sirius finished the drink, looked at Remus, and giggled.
"What's so funny?" Remus asked.
"Just you Moony... I'm fucking wankered, sorry."
Remus laughed. "You're high out of your mind." Remus stepped closer to him and brought their faces together. His warm breath ticked the fine hairs on Sirius' cheeks. "Your pupils are very dilated."
Sirius shrugs and grins again. "Maybe... I'm having a fucking great night." He relights what's left of the cig. Remus reaches out to take the lighter and lights his own.
"Good." He inhales. "Don't forget to slow down soon."
Sirius frowned. Remus and James were head of the 'let's stop Sirius Black having fun' brigade. On a night out, Sirius just wanted to have fun, push his limits, do whatever stupid things his imagination could come up with, and deal with the consequences in the morning. Merlin, he needed to find Marlene again.
"Want some MD? It's Marlene's but we share it." Sirius asked, just to get on his nerves.
"No, Sirius."
"Excellent. More for me." Sirius dived his hands into his jacket pockets, rummaging around for the tiny bag. Remus grasped his arms, stopping all movement entirely. Sirius looked up at him, into his concerned amber eyes. Remus' fingers pressed into his biceps, the pressure grounding him.
"I just care about you, Sirius. That's all," Remus said. "And I am not in the mood to mop up your sick tomorrow morning."
Sirius laughed and didn't reply. Yes, he could admit that Renus was usually the one holding his hair back whenever Sirius chucked up his guts. So what, he thought. He was swaying from foot to foot, the concoction of the substances he had taken finally fully catching up on him. His stomach lurched, and he stifled a cough with his hand. Shit. A tactical chunder was definitely in order.
"I'm going back inside," Sirius said. He released his arms from Remus' grip, stumbling back from the force, almost losing his footing.
"You ok?" Remus asked, concern laced into his voice.
"Just need a waz. I'm fine." Sirius brushed him off, walking inside in a squiggly line.
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Remus followed Sirius back inside and watched as he crossed the dancefloor, slightly unsteady, and headed to the toilets. He didn't follow, instead, headed back to where the others were still dancing. Peter had another drink and Marlene had her lips wrapped around her straw.
"Where's Sirius?" Marlene Shouted.
"Toilet!" He shouted back. She nodded, disappointment clear on her face.
Remus started dancing, glancing over to where the toilets were for any sign of Sirius. Shit. Maybe he should have followed him, just in case, just to check on him. He was probably sick, Remus thought. Sirius never had a habit of knowing his limits.
A while passed before Remus' worries were stifled and replaced with entirely new ones. He spotted Sirius dancing with a man. Someone Remus didn't recognise. But Sirius was fine. He looked ecstatic. Remus watched as he laughed, throwing his head back with graceful ease despite his intoxication, his long, graceful neck on full display. There was another drink in his hand (Remus assumed it was bought for him by said man) and they were dancing, chest to chest, nose to nose, hands darting across each other. When they locked lips, Remus looked away sharply, a pit gnawing itself into his stomach.
More time passed, of which Remus spent forcing himself to keep dancing. A god-awful wave of sobriety had hit him suddenly, and he was now hyper-aware of the glaring music, creepy men and how sore his feet were. He was sweaty and uncomfortable and remembered clearly why he hated clubbing so much, scolding himself for always giving in to Sirius' mad, drunken requests.
He kept stealing glances over at Sirius, just to check that he was still there, and still ok. But there was something else, too. Some other need to watch Sirius' graceful movements and long, elegant lines. The next time Remus looked over, Sirius was gone and a flurry of panic rose within him. This was soon quenched when Sirius appeared right in front of him, his man nowhere to be seen.
"Padfoot!" James shouted. He reached his arms out and Sirius pulled him into a hug. "You ran away."
"Sorry mate, I just got a bit distracted."
James shook his head. His beaming smile split his face in two. "S'okay! Come dance with me!" He demanded.
"I can't! I'm leaving now."
"No!" James seemed to grip onto him tighter. "Stay!"
"Sorry Prongsy!" Sirius' beaming face wasn't sorry at all. Remus guessed he couldn't wait to ditch them to shag Mr-Whoever-He-Was.
Marlene replaced a mourning James with a smirk. "Who is he?" she shouted.
Sirius shrugged. "Dunno. Forgot his name. I'll see you all tomorrow!"
He waved goodbye with a suspicious air of causality. As he turned to leave, Remus grabbed Sirius' wrist and said, "Hey. If something happens, you remember our phone number? Call. Ok?"
Sirius scowled. "Is it a crime to pull someone? Merlin, I'm fine, Remus."
And he snatched his arm back and stomped off.
They had all gone back to dancing, but Remus was no longer enjoying himself. There was a sour smell in the air and Remus' cheeks began to sting from fake smiling. He was just worried about Sirius' safety and didn't understand why the other man couldn't see that. How could Sirius not understand that what he was doing was dangerous, and unsafe, and all Remus wanted was the best? Then again, it wasn't like the sleeping around thing was anything new, but Remus couldn't explain what it was that irked him so much about it. Remus told himself that he was just concerned for Sirius' well-being, but maybe he was bitter and jealous that it was Sirius who got all the action. No, Remus thought. That's not it.
The minutes that ticked by felt like hours, and Remus breathed a sigh of relief when the house lights flicked on and they dashed for the exit. Now, very sober and freezing cold, not too much had improved that they were out of the club.
"I need some chips," Lily said, arm interlinked with Marlene's, who gasped in agreement.
"Merlin, yes please."
Everyone nodded in agreement, and Remus followed in annoyance as they stumbled to the nearest chip shop. They ordered their food (cheesy chips all round) and ate them sitting on the curb outside. He stole a few of Lily's chips, head falling onto her shoulder. Marlene was scoffing hers down like they were about to run away from her and James and Peter were sulking in Sirius' absence.
With their chips finished, they flooed back to James and Lily's together. The couple retrieved waters from the kitchen for everyone before Lily skulked off to sleep and James took over as host.
"Right," James slurred. "Beddiebies, I think."
The thought that, if Sirius was there, he would have been protesting such an early end to the night (it was probably three of four Remus guessed, but, for Sirius, a great night usually meant staying up long enough to see daylight.) He would've insisted that afters had only just begun, that they can't stop the night now! But Sirius wasn't there and Remus stopped himself from thinking about him at once.
Marlene was adamant that she could apparate herself home just fine, but her pupils were just as dialysed as Sirius' and she was clinging onto the Potter's breakfast bar for support, as she stumbled around.
"No way, Marls. You're coming with me," Remus said, ushering her to stand upright with a friendly arm around her shoulder.
She hummed in response but didn't protest.
"Night, lads," Remus said. Peter waved from where he was setting up for the night (on the sofa) and shouted a slurred "Bye, Moony!" at him. James kissed Remus' forehead goodbye, a drunk yet touching gesture.
"Night, Moony." He looked to Marlene, her head lolled back and snickered. "Night, McKinnon. Home safe, the pair of you."
Remus nodded and led Marlene out the door, from which they could apparate back to Sirius and Remus' flat. The jolt of the journey snapped Marlene's head up, like a puppet. A hand snapped to her mouth as Remus fumbled with his keys.
"Hurry up," she groaned. Remus opened the door, and she rushed in, straight to the bathroom. Remus followed, crouching beside her as she vomited. He patted her back and raked her long hair out of her face.
"Sorry," Remus whispered. "We should've flooed."
As she spat, she shook her head. "It's fine. I felt it coming anyway. I should not have got those chips."
Remus let her have his bed and one of Sirius' Bowie t-shirts and she passed out as soon as her head hit the pillow. Remus led himself to the sofa, with a glass of water and a hangover potion for himself, Marlene and Sirius (for whenever he returned home.) He chugged his glass of water, changed into his pyjamas, and passed out on the sofa.
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Remus was awoken by a creak of the floorboards. His eyes shot open, and he looked to the front door, desperately, as if hoping to find Sirius standing there. Instead, Marlene appeared at the end of the corridor that led to Remus' bedroom. She had looked worse, Remus thought, but her smudged black eye makeup and frizzy hair weren't exactly a good look.
She gave him a 'don't test me, Lupin' look, which he smiled softly at. Remus handed her the hangover potion, which she accepted eagerly.
"Cheers." She downed it and Remus did the same with his, leaving what should have been Sirius' alone on the table.
"How's your head?" Remus asked, wiping his mouth on his sleeve.
She groaned. "Fine. I threw up again, however." She looked at her feet, guiltily. "On your carpet. Sorry."
Remus shrugged. Sirius was no stranger to not making it to the toilet in time; he had thrown up in their room one too many times. "S'fine, don't worry about it."
"I cleaned it up. I'll get out of your hair soon, I just need the world to stop spinning before I apparate," she said.
"Take your time."
Marlene stayed at the flat, recovering, for most of the morning, into the early afternoon. Remus offered her a jumper and jeans to go home in, which she accepted gratefully and threw on as they ate breakfast together. Remus changed as well, trying his best to fall into his usual morning routine of clothes, coffee, cigarette, but his mind kept wandering to Sirius. Every few moments, he would glance at the door or the phone, hoping that he would call or waltz in, all big smiles as he recounted the end of his night.
He washed up the dishes, made a cup of coffee for each of them and sat back on the sofa to light a cigarette. Marlene sat next to him, coffee cradled in her lap.
At that moment, keys twisted in the front door and in stepped a rough-looking Sirius, in his same outfit from the previous night. Like Marlene earlier, his make-up was smudged around his eyes and his hair was stuck up at all the wrong angles. There was a sour look on his face, which morphed into red-hot embarrassment when he realised he had been caught red-handed by them both.
Marlene let out a cackle, pointing a red-nailed finger at him. Remus wasn't brave enough to laugh at Sirius in such a state.
"Have fun without us, then?" She asked, now much more jovial than she had woken up.
Sirius grimaced, slamming the door and locking it shut. Remus and Marlene exchanged worried glances.
"Piss off, the pair of you."
"Oh, no. Bad shag?" She asked, laughed subsided. Sirius shrugged and kicked off his shoes. He filled a pint glass with water and began chugging.
"It was fine," he said between gulps. Remus couldn't tell if that was the truth. He grabbed the final hangover potion and offered it to Sirius, almost as a peace offering, to amend the tension they left off with last night.
Sirius accepted it and finished it off, along with the water. He then noticed Marlene, dressed in Remus' clothes and barked a laugh. "How are you this morning?" He asked, smirking.
"Much better than last night, that's for sure," she said. "I threw up my chips on your carpet."
Sirius laughed, as if Marlene hadn't admitted to throwing up on their carpet. They were both as bad as each other.
"I threw up when we were at the club, thank fuck. I met what's-his-face in the toilet." He hesitated, as if debating whether or not to share the thought that had crossed his mind. "You'll never guess what."
Marlene's eyes glowed. "Fuck, what?"
"He pissed the fucking bed. I had to magic it away, it was fucking rank. I hope he was too smashed to notice but..." Sirius shivered. And Marlene cackled again. Remus was in shock. Why did Sirius put up with this shit?
"Sirius, that's the most disgusting thing you've ever told me," Remus said. He took a drag from his cigarette to ease the woozy feeling that overcame him.
"Bloody hell," Marlene said. "But you had fun, though? Before the piss." She cackled again.
Sirius thought for a moment. "Before the piss, it was ok at best." Marlene snorted. "But the rest of the night, yeah, was great." Sirius plopped himself down on the sofa, on Remus' other side, lazing out into Remus' personal space.
"Yeah, me too. Ugh, it was amazing, actually." She turned to Remus. "Did you have fun, Moony?"
Sirius turned on him expectantly, piercing grey eyes scrutinising him. Remus suddenly felt very exposed -- his two most talented party-goers waiting for his reply. He didn't know if he had had a good time if he was being honest with himself. He spent the majority of it worrying if the pair before him (namely Sirius) were ok and not off accidentally blacking out together in the toilets. "It was good," he decided to say.
"Fabulous," Marlene replied.
They fell into silence.
"I barely danced with you, Moony," Sirius said solemnly.
Remus chuckled dryly. "I'm sure you'll force my hand next time we're out," he said.
"I will, you're right." Sirius nodded. "Next time. You won't escape me," he said, winking. Remus rolled his eyes. He really, really needed to learn how to say no to Sirius.