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Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2010-11-23 00:00:00

Entry tags:

!closed, eames, sirius black

Who: Sirius and AU!Eames
When: Tonight, starting around 10ish
Where: Starting off in Ariadne's apartment, then who knows?!
What: Drinking, swearing. More drinking. Irreponsible motorbike antics.
Rating: Probs quite high,
Status: Incomplete,

Like the boy responsible, the knocking at the door was loud, obnoxious and very persistent. It was also in some strange rhythm which happened to match the tune currently lodged in Sirius' head. Two six packs of beer were balanced precariously under his arm, his wand was lodged behind his ear, and his hair was swept casually back from his forehead in a way that could only be achieved by twenty minutes tweaking, quickly followed by a two minute motorcycle ride. Sirius felt like he'd been knocking for about a million years before the door opened, leaving the animagus' fist suspended in mid air.

"Finally!" He announced, lazy smile blossoming. "We're going out."

The young man shoved one of the packs of beer into Eames' arms, and pushed neatly past him into the apartment. Loping over to the main room, Sirius immediately cracked open a window - letting cold winter air worm into the flat- and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket. One jabbed firmly between his lips, he slipped his wand out to light it, eyes narrowing for a moment before the stick of tobacco started to glow and smoke.

Sirius had decided, somehow, that this alternate Eames should probably fill in his older counterparts shoes. At least until the normal Eames was back. How different could he really be, anyway? He was only younger. And Sirius needed a wingman who wasn't married and wasn't all cautious and responsible, which put James and Remus off the list.

Sirius looked up from his cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke with casual elegance and meeting Eames' eye over Ariadne's sitting room. "What the fuck are you doing here anyway?"

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dream_bigger
2010-11-23 12:58 am UTC (link)

"We are?" Eames asked, even as Sirius barged on into the room. He did get free beer out of this, so it didn't seem too bad, but still. Following after the other man, Eames put the beer down on a seat and got his own cigarettes out at the same time as Sirius was lighting up with his wand. Sadly, he was not magically gifted in any way, so he was forced to use his zippo to get his cigarette going.

"Ariadne's upset because Arthur was sent home, so I'm crashing on her couch for a few nights to keep her company," he replied with a shrug, before exhaling a lungful of smoke through his nose and then breaking into the beer. He laughed when he actually looked at what they were drinking and cracked open his first can. "Special Brew, mate? Splashing out, are we?" he asked with a smirk, then drank half of it in one go.

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pad_foot
2010-11-23 01:10 am UTC (link)

Sirius nodded, sticking his wand back behind his ear and plucking the cigarette from between his lips. He narrowed his eyes at Eames through the plume of smoke escaping his lips, as if half hoping to see some hint of the original man in this new young face. Some hint that Eames was aware of how much Arthur's disappearance should be affecting him. Dawn had been devastated when Sirius had dropped round hers for a coffee the other day, and Sirius had crashed on James' cough for a good few nights after Lily had gone... Before he'd got eaten by zombies, obviously. But here he saw nothing.

The animagus made a 'pfffftt' sound at the comment on the choice of drinks. "I'm not wasting my hard earned Knuts on you, army boy." He grinned wickedly over the room, before leaning back to sit on the windowsill, in the breeze coming from the cracked window. "Anyway, I don't see you complaining. And the selection at the corner shop is very limited. I may write a strongly worded letter of complaint."

Sirius extracted his own beer from the pack and cracked it open, following the other mans leading in finishing it much more quickly than was probably responsible.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-23 10:12 pm UTC (link)

"What the fuck are Knuts when they're at home? And I didn't think you earned anything, to be honest," he replied, then finished the can. "And of course you don't see me complaining. It's free beer, and I'm not a mentaller. We can write your letter when we're further on with the drinking. It'll be more authentic or something."

He lifted the beer off of the seat and sat down on it, after getting his second can out. This one, he would drink slower. Shotgunning beer when it was 9% proof wasn't always a good idea. Sometimes, but not always. "So, this is the pre-drinking drinking?"

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pad_foot
2010-11-23 11:15 pm UTC (link)

"Money," Sirius corrected himself, resisting an urge to roll his eyes at Eames completely thick skull. Muggles. Honestly. He'd been made to learn about them. It was just common courtesy, really. "Knuts are a type of Wizard money. And hey! I slave away at that bloody fucking garage." It wasn't a complete lie - Sirius found that a good way to work out his excess energy was tinkering around with the machines. He probably knew more about them than any Wizard had any right to, after all. And when it all got too dull he could just charm them back into working order and take an early lunch.

The animagus considered suggesting sending a Howler to the shop, but quickly decided he couldn't be bothered explaining the concept of screaming post to a muggle, who would doubtless ask questions, so he just raised an eyebrow and finished off the first can of beer. Sirius slouched back on the windowsill, hoisting his battered boots up to rest against the wall so he was balanced off the floor.

"Pre-drinking drinking," he agreed. "As recommended by all the greats. I believe it was a technique started by Zeus himself." Sirius frowned, a little taken aback by the sentence that had come out his own mouth, before something else occurred to him and he whirled back around, grinning cheekily across at Eames sat on the sofa. "You saw Regulus today, yeah?"

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dream_bigger
2010-11-24 12:15 am UTC (link)

"A type? There's other types?" This whole wizarding society thing was kind of mental. Understandable, yes. He could just imagine the outcry if people found out magic was possible. On one side, you'd have the people going mad about some sort of affront to their God of choice, and on the other, you'd have the people wanting to do magic that couldn't. Insane. So having a hidden society did make sense. It did seem a bit... weird, though. Then again, he was talking about people who could turn into other people by drinking something made from hair, so no wonder most things Sirius mentioned sounded borderline certifiable.

"Zeus, eh? Nice to know I'm in good company, then," he replied with a grin, then tilted his head back on the couch. He nodded at Sirius's question about his brother, then blew a couple of smoke rings up into the air. "I did. He's showing me different types of magic. Why?"

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pad_foot
2010-11-24 12:54 am UTC (link)

"Galleons, Sickles and Knuts. 17 Sickles in a Galleon, and 29 Knuts in a Sickle," Sirius trotted the facts out as he cracked open his second can and lifted it to his lips, taking a gulp before switching the drink at his lips for the cigarette. Sirius watched, lazy, wicked smile cracking his features as he leant forward a little, eagerly waiting for information as Eames exhaled several rings of fine smoke.

"He didn't have some... words following him, did he?" He asked, trying and failing to keep the hopeful note from his voice. Normally he and Eames avoided the topic of his brother - Eames knew it was a sore topic if probed too deeply, and the fact that the other man had at the time been sleeping with someone who was Regulus' twin had been a bit too weird even for Sirius.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-24 01:44 am UTC (link)

Wait. What? "That's... wait. Five... no. Shit. How the fuck is that a decent monetary system? Hang on," and he paused to mutter about 'twenty times twenty-nine" and taking away eighty-seven, and then "Four hundred and ninety-three? Four hundred and ninety-three Knuts in a Galleon? Is that in any way easy to work with? Because it sounds insane." Eames had always been better at maths than he let on, but still.

"I couldn't possibly comment," he said in reply to the question about Regulus, and then drank some more beer.

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pad_foot
2010-11-24 02:39 am UTC (link)

"I'm not a fucking Goblin!" Sirius laughed. "I don't know how it's organized. I've never bothered with money much." Sirius never had to - the Black family fortune was enough to keep a small town running for a good few years, let alone a family of four. Of course, that had dried up quite spectacularly and quickly when he'd left home, but it hadn't been long after that his sympathetic Uncle had died. And then Sirius was back to being financially independent again.

Still, with the next question Sirius let out a sigh and slid neatly off the windowsil, landing on his rear with a bump and shuffling over the floor to sit beside the sofa Eames was currently frequenting. "Don't be boring. It doesn't suit you. Tell me."

He reached over, tapping some stray ash from the end of the cigarette into an ashtray without breaking his eye contact with Eames, a smirk curling at the corners of his mouth.

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dream_bigger
2010-11-26 05:43 pm UTC (link)

Goblins? What the fuck? "Why the fuck would you be a goblin?" he asked, genuinely confused by all the weird shit that seemed to exist in Sirius's world. Maybe he should read the books. Huh.

He watched as Sirius made his way over (on his arse, because he was a fucking mentaller where Eames was not) and then laughed at his demands. "Fine, okay, I'll tell you. When I first saw him, the words were 'Goat Fucker', which were quite distracting when you're trying to hear about the different ways you can shapeshift. And then he noticed me noticing, explained what was happening and then demonstrated. Then they said 'This man blows Hippogryffs', and a large arrow kept pointing at his head. Which was equally as distracting, since the arrow kept blinking on and off." It had been quite funny, but he was very pleased with the fact that he hadn't actually laughed in Reg's face. He hadn't even cracked a smile. Not in front of the poor bloke, anyway.

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