It was almost sweet how trashed he was, really. Remus was amused. Of course now he felt the desire to prove that he very much won this drinking contest and bump the boy's ego down a notch...
"No, he'd tell you love was an important thing to have and to cultivate, something to hold precious and dear. Romance, on the other hand... Passionate love, as amazing as it is... used to tell me that it only hurt in the end. No matter what it always hurt in the end. That's why he... never married." Well, there were other reasons, but that was the start of it."
As he listened to George drunkenly ramble on, he knocked back another shot and pushed himself up from his chair, a little wobbly in his head for a moment but after he got his equilibrium back, he walked around the edge of the table and took a seat next to George on the couch. Nothing shady about it. Simply proving his ability to walk a straight line. "Alright," he said. "Give me your best story, true or not. Let's hear it. If you think you're still sober enough to function, much less talk a clear sentence."