Who: Sirius & Remus What: lonely/bored meets with happy/emo/jealous/angry + booze When: Thursday, late. Where: Remus's Warnings: Who knows where this is going to go Status: Complete
It was good, really, even if it weren't him, that Regulus was going out to see a symphony, a muggle symphony. It was perfectly not evil and a good influence on him with the whole thinking for himself and not being so much of an evil git parrot. But he had always refused to go anywhere muggle with Sirius, even for something he loved to do, like this. And he was perfectly happy to go with Remus, it seemed. And so Sirius hadn't just rejoiced. He'd almost snapped at Reg, but he couldn't do that, not when Reg was doing something fucking good in his life.
That was when he'd gotten upset with Remus because he was doing it with Remus. And it was his damn brother. He was trying to save his brother. It wasn't like any of them knew Pads had gone to hang out with Regulus. Or...Snuffles as his brother had chosen to call him. So there had been fire whiskey - celebratory fire whiskey, angry fire whiskey. And Remus wanted in on it, and Sirius didn't know what to say to that. But apparently they were going to drink. Or something.
So Sirius grabbed a second bottle, threw the powder in the floo, and stepped in, shouting Remus's house as he did. The whirling was still okay at this point. The alcohol hadn't kicked in much. Heading toward Remus's room immediately, Sirius's loud steps announced his presence. "I brought you your own bottle," Sirius declared as he entered.