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Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-04 20:38:00

Entry tags:

!open, ariadne, eames, juno weasley, rose tyler, sirius black, the doctor (10)

Who: Anyone who fancied coming to Sirius' fantastic birthday party of amazingness.
What: Sirius' fantastic birthday party of amazingness.
When: Around 11 pm tonight.
Where: Sirius' flat.
Rating/Warnings: TBD. Probably excessive drinking and swearing.
Status: In progress, open.

At Hogwarts, Sirius' birthday had always been a period of great celebration. Usually ending with multiple detentions and a severe telling off for four smirking teenage boys in McGonagall's office. After Hogwarts, there had been a war on, and most of Sirius' best friends had been fighting in a secret organization attempting to stop oppression and the dark lord. So gathering everyone together in one place to get completely and utterly bladdered had not seemed like the most intelligent plan. Now Sirius found himself stuck somewhere in between a mad teenage party spilling out into the corridors and a quiet dinner with the Potter family, Remus and Peter. And he didn't mind at all.

The front door of the flat was open, leaving room for people to file in and out as they fancied. Sirius' typical seventies punk music was piping loudly out of one corner, ready to be switched over by whoever happened to be the first to crack. There was an ridiculous amount of drink cluttering up the kitchen, several full ashtrays and a clatter of conversation from the various people who filled the room. One bedroom was firmly locked and warded, while Sirius' own was open with a small mountain of coats spilling from the bed onto the floor. The flat was warm from having too many bodies crammed into it, even with all the windows open.

Sirius himself stood by one of the said windows, cigarette clamped between his lips, his eyes slightly blurry from the alcohol he and his drinking companion had started consuming rather early in the day. He was chuckling as he and Rose enjoyed some rather slurred conversation.

"Stop wobbling," the animagus told Rose, trying to laugh without dropping the cigarette and creating a small but dramatic house fire. Sirius' eyes narrowed as he poured two rather generous helpings of tequilla into the glasses Rose was holding. putting the bottle down on the window-sill, and taking his drink back from the blonde, plucking the cigarette from his mouth. "Cheers." The glasses clinked together, and on the count of three Sirius threw back his shot of sharp alcohol.

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pad_foot
2010-11-05 01:25 am UTC (link)

Sirius gave Rose a scowl as she slapped his arse a little too hard to be completely normal, then followed her eye-line to the two policemen pushing their way through the crowd. Which was difficult to do when you'd been drinking for about six hours, but there you go. Never let it be said he was not a pro. Sirius lifted a cigarette thoughtfully to his lips, taking a deep inhalation as the coppers reached him.

The animagus cocked an arched eyebrow curiously, glancing between the man and the woman. (Who, in all honestly, would never catch any criminals with a cleavage like that. She'd be more likely to knock herself out than chase anyone down.) "Alright?" He smirked, then before he knew it Sirius was seated in one of his newly-painted kitchen chairs, looking completely and rather drunkenly confused as the show began.

But it didn't take long for the eldest Black to find his feet again. And it was long after that that Sirius had a bra on his head, looking as proud as if it were a crown, when in fact it rather resembled a pair of lacy earmuffs. Which probably wasn't a good look. He was very grateful when a nameless stranger shoved a pint in his hand.

It was then that Sirius noticed Eames, hiding in the back of the crowd and looking decisively guilty. "You," Sirius bellowed, pointing with the hand holding the pint and rather impressively failing to spill a single drop. "You are a fucking liberty!"

Then someone removed their trousers and he got distracted again, grinning and stretching out casually as catcalls ripped the air.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-08 03:12 pm UTC (link)

Given that he'd told Sirius earlier in the day that he would be providing strippers, he was somewhat surprised that the drunken wizard took so long to work things out and find him. He grinned at his friend and raised his pint glass in a salute, then put two fingers in his mouth and whistled as the policeman lost his trousers and Sirius's grin got even wider. Then he turned away to see what else was going on.

Sirius's blonde friend, Rose, was over talking with her tall lanky friend, but the pair of them were staring over at something or someone else. He followed their gaze and nodded to himself when he saw Ariadne and her young doppelgänger. The fact that he was looking at two versions of what looked to be the same person didn't seem as fascinating to him, but then he'd seen people meeting projections of themselves for a few years now. The differences between Ariadne and Juno were small, but more than obvious to him.

He drank some more of his monster vodka martini, fished out three olives and ate them, and then went over to join the two girls at the drinks table. "Sweethearts! I trust you're both enjoying the celebrations?" he exclaimed, arms thrown wide in case they wanted a welcoming hug from the world's best forger and arranger-of-strippers. He also managed to keep his drink within the glass, but then, he had drank about half of it.

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	labyrinthine 2010-11-08 05:10 pm UTC (link)
	Ugh, strippers? So demeaning. To everybody involved. And now Eames was all up in her space, possibly the last person she wanted to see. Ariadne didn't look away from Juno as she rolled her eyes. "I was," she said pointedly, taking a swallow of her drink. Dammit, she'd almost been having fun there for a second. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

sacredvessel
2010-11-10 09:10 pm UTC (link)

Juno smirked, or rather, grimaced at Ariadne's rather high school reaction to Mr. Eames appearance. She was pretty positive now that Ariadne had a thing for either one or both of the Arthur/Eames duo.

"Something tells me that he's not the type to go away if you ignore him," she said, shrugging her shoulders. "I'm not sure I'm even old enough to be attending this party," she added, nodding her head in the direction of the strip-tease. "Not that it's anything I haven't seen before."

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dream_bigger
2010-11-10 10:33 pm UTC (link)

Wow. Being ignored in stereo. Wasn't that impressive?

No. No, it wasn't. And who the fuck had pissed in Ariadne's cornflakes? Fucking hell. He shot her a puzzled look, then decided to talk to Juno since it would probably involve less glaring and suchlike. He was far too happily drunk to put up with Ariadne's current reason for being bitchy. God.

"Juno, my sweet, you will no doubt be pleased to know that I have selflessly volunteered myself to drink any and all alcohol that ends up heading in your direction. I will gladly put myself through that for you," he rambled, then grinned at her before drinking some more. "Do you need a seat, Juno? Never having actually been a pregnant woman, I'm unsure as to when various bits start aching, so just say if you want a seat. Okay? Good, yes, sorted," he continued, as if she'd even had a chance to reply.

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	sacredvessel 2010-11-10 11:03 pm UTC (link)
	"Oh, you..." Juno started to comment on how drunk Eames already was, but he just kept talking. And drinking. "Yeah. Okay." She rolled her eyes at him. "I'm good, thanks for asking." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

labyrinthine
2010-11-10 11:21 pm UTC (link)

Ariadne huffed out a breath. "You must've, to end up like that," she said, waving vaguely at Juno's belly. Clearly this girl wasn't easily fazed. And she wasn't impressed by Eames's drunken antics either. That meant they were totally going to be friends, right? Right.

"He won't go away, but he'll get really pissed off if we keep doing it, I bet," she continued, taking another swallow of her drink.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-11 12:27 am UTC (link)

What the actual fuck? He frowned and tried to work out what he'd done this time. He'd apologised for the sex, and for shooting at Mal and Arthur, and he didn't think his being a girl had annoyed Ariadne all that much. Had he told one too many awful truths? Or maybe... Was it because he'd died? That was a bit shitty of him, true, but he hadn't wanted anyone else to have to shoot him in the head. Selfless, really. Or was it more stuff like on the rooftop the other day? Fucking hell.

CLEARLY, he needed to get rid of some awkwardness. He put his arm around Ariadne's shoulders, and wasn't she a tiny thing? Oh, did he say that out loud? Shit... Still, she was. Tiny. "Ariadne," he drawled, "why is it that you two look almost identical, right? Like, twins, yes? And you both have names like Ariadne and Juno, it's very mythlogi-... mythal-...Mythy. Even if one's Roman and one's Greek. Ariadne. What do you think?"

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	sacredvessel 2010-11-11 02:50 am UTC (link)
	"Mythological?" Juno made a face at the pair, not sure if she felt glad, or left out that Eames wasn't snuggling up to her. But then, he didn't know her very well, so that why would he? "I don't know about Labyrinth Girl," she said, "But Zeus' wife thinks you're drunk." And yes, she got her Greek and Roman mixed up. So sue her. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

labyrinthine
2010-11-11 09:13 pm UTC (link)

"Zeus's wife is correct," Ariadne said, her face screwing up as she shrugged Eames's arm off. "And the princess of Crete thinks he needs to be a little less handsy with the girl he's already turned down." Oh, crap. She was definitely a little drunk if she was saying that shit out loud. "This place is full of weird coincidences. Who cares?" Great recovery, Ariadne, just great.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-12 11:58 pm UTC (link)

"That word! Yes! You're very clever, mmhmm," he told Juno, then nodded at her very correct assumption. "I should hope I'm drunk, yes. I've spent long enough pouring vodka martinis down my throat, I'd need to be well on my way to being hammered by now. Unless. Unless. What if Sirius's alcohol is broken? Tragedy of epic proportions, that." That was a lot of talking, so he took another drink.

Naturally, that was when Ariadne pushed his arm off of her. Wait, what? What had she said? Handsy? But he wasn't even trying anything on with her! And then she said...

He glanced at Juno for a split-second, then looked at Ariadne with slightly narrowed eyes. "Jesus. Is this about that stuff on the roof?"

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	labyrinthine 2010-11-13 12:12 am UTC (link)
	"God, you're vile," she said, shuddering. Martinis were disgusting, particularly with vodka in them. She glared back up at him through her heavy makeup, face flushing. "What? No. Jesus. But if you're going to leave me alone, then you should leave me the fuck alone." That had sounded better in her head. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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