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Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads,

Sirius winced around his own shot, took note of Rose's large, drunken grin, then grabbed two chunks of lemon which had been waiting on the windowsill and pushed one quite inelegantly into her mouth. Sirius laughed, slipped his own between his lips and made an unpleasant gagging noise as the bitter taste of citrus drowned out the tequila's aftertaste.

A moment later, he thoughtfully pulled the lemon back out and flicked the rind away into a corner. The flat, in all fairness, was not as bad as it had been in previous weeks. If you ignored the brightly coloured ink splatters that decorated the walls, ceiling and furniture. Thanks to Regulus, it was dangerously close to habitable. Of course, tomorrow morning would probably be a different story, but Sirius never dwelt on things like that.

"I reckon," he announced, flinging a friendly arm around Rose's shoulders and tilting his head so it rested neatly on top of hers. Sirius continued talking, clouded eyes scanning the busy room. "I reckon this could almost beat my seventeenth birthday. Drunk-drinking-wise."