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Sirius O. Black (pad_foot) wrote in colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-07 23:50:00

Entry tags:

dorian gray, sirius black

Who: Sirius and Dorian. Open to Remus.
What: Stumbling home after a drink or two. Or twelve.
Where: Colligo streets, then Sirius' flat.
When: Late on the night of the 7th March.
Rating: Probs highish for language and stuff.
Status: Incomplete

Sirius leant back against a wall, attempting to use his PDA by holding it an inch from his face and squinting at it angrily. But it didn't really work, and when he pulled his wand from behind his ear and poked at the little muggle device, it just gave a weird squeaking noise and turned into a dog toy shaped like a bone. Sirius froze, looking completely baffled, then swore loudly.

"Oh, fucking thing!" He scowled at it, then shoved the dog toy and his wand into his back pocket and looked around the darkened street. A street lamp sent a weird orange glow over the scene, but the street appeared empty apart from the animagus stood on the corner, swaying slightly as the alcohol sent his world spinning. They were only a few minutes walk away from this flat, but Dorian had apparently managed to get lost in the two minutes Sirius had been occupied. "Gray!" He bellowed, in no particular direction. "Dorian! Come the fuck on, mate!"

Sirius and Dorian had been to the pub for a casual drink, which had turned into a few more casual drinks, and before he knew it they were being kicked out alongside their little group of drunken friends (none of whom they'd known more than three hours) because last orders had been served an hour ago and no' one really knew what they were still doing here. So, bidding goodbye to their temporary friends, Sirius and Dorian had started the winding, wobbily walk home towards building D. And it really was bloody cold and Sirius rather wanted a burger, so where the hell had his infuriatingly attractive drinking companion sloped off to?

"Dorian!" Sirius tried again. "Are you taking a piss? Or have you died in a gutter?"

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pad_foot
2011-03-09 01:36 am UTC (link)

"I told you!" Sirius crowed, just that bit too loudly. "I always know where I am. Always." He shoved open the door on the last word, almost falling into the foyer of the building and catching himself at the last moment. "Oops." He frowned back at the door. "Who put that there?"

Then he was bounding enthusiastically in the direction of the stairs, calling back over his shoulder to Dorian. "I think I bloke my bloody kneecap on the pavement. Why do they love concrete so much here? ...And why won't this door open. I'm not sleeping in the foyer, I'll tell you that- Oh..." He hesitated, then pushed on the door to the staircase, which swung open easily. There was an awkward pause.

"It's okay!" Sirius bellowed happily. "It's a push!" Then he was leaping up the stairs two at a time, probably at great personal risk in his current state.

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seemysoul
2011-03-09 01:50 am UTC (link)

Dorian couldn't answer any of Sirius' questions. There were too many of them for his brain to process, and besides, he had a feeling they were rhetorical. So instead he concentrated on making it up the stairs, and making sure they didn't grow or shrink as he was taking a step.

"Oy. You're loud, aren't you, Black?" he called, seemingly oblivious of the fact that he was matching Sirius' volume. "Are you trying to wake the building, or just your flatmate?"

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pad_foot
2011-03-09 02:05 am UTC (link)

Sirius reached the top of the stairs, spinning around to pull an accusing face at Dorian. "That's you being loud! I'm..." then he seemed to pause and listen to himself for a moment. "Oh no, I am being loud. Shhhhhh Dorian! And it's only James and Lily living next door. They don't care."

He turned and led his drinking companion down the corridor towards his flat, slumping against the doorframe with his temple pressed against the wall as he fumbled with his keys. The electric light in the hall glinted off the metal of the keys and made him snigger hysterically again.

"Ssssh!" he repeated, trying and failing to get the key in the door around his laughter and attempts to stay upright. " Just don't wake Remus, okay? He gets pissy when he's woken up. Doesn't Em get annoyed when you get in hammered?"

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seemysoul
2011-03-09 02:18 am UTC (link)

Dorian found himself laughing too, though he had no idea what was so funny as he squinted at the shiny objects in Sirius' hand. "You shush," he said, dropping his voice to a dramatic whisper. "Emily doesn't!" He hiccuped. "Doesn't know the half of it."

She'd only seen him come home wasted once, and she hadn't been annoyed, she'd been worried. "Go in the hole, dammit," he told the key.

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pad_foot
2011-03-09 02:37 am UTC (link)

Dorian's final comment has Sirius snorting madly with laughter, his usual barking muffled as he straightened up. "That's filth," he chuckled, "You're filth." Then he was turning back and reattempting his battle with the key in the lock.

"How," he asked, still giggling into the door, his nose an inch from where he was working to open it, "Does she not know? I thought... you know... that you knew her from home? Real home. Not this home. Hah!"

The key slipped into the lock and was turned, and Sirius promptly stumbled into his flat, his clutch on the doorhandle being the only thing that kept him on his feet. He looked back at Dorian, a smirk coiling at one corner of his mouth before he erupted in a loud whoop of laughter. A second later he clapped one hand over his mouth to silence it and used the other to do the same to his twin.

"Shhhhhhhhh!" he chuckled.

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seemysoul
2011-03-09 02:49 am UTC (link)

"You're filth," Dorian retorted childishly, and then proceeded to confirm Sirius' statement with his next words. "I'm twenty years older than her. I was away, travelling the world, and committing all kinds of debauchery while she grew up. She's only known me for a little while, and I'm certain that hypocrite father of hers did his bloody best to keep her sheltered from the the likes of me."

He was laughing too hard to be as angry at Lord Harry as he wanted to be, his breath escaping in a his of muffled mirth as Sirius clapped his hands over their mouths. He clutched at Sirius with one hand, the other grabbing for the door as they teetered and clung to one another--attempting to keep the door from shutting too loudly.

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pad_foot
2011-03-09 03:50 am UTC (link)

Sirius' brain was too pickled to deal with Dorian's bloody complicated immortality and lack of soul right now. So he just shook his head and let Dorian crash into the flat after him, failing miserably on the whole 'keeping quiet' episode. Sirius could only hope that Remus - who was a bloody light sleeper - realised that Sirius had no balance or volume conftrol when pissed and had had the foresight to cast a silencing charm.

"I need a fag," Sirius announced, untangling himself from Dorian. He couldn't help but contemplate, drunkenly, that Dorian was really a bloody good choice of person to be tangled up with. Sirius took a step and barely managed to stay upright as he struggled towards the coffee table, only just avoiding tripping up on a stray jumper than was chucked on the floor. A pack of cigarettes lay waiting there, and Sirius shoved two in his mouth and lit them both before passing one over to Dorian.

"You need to be fucking quiet!" he grinned again, gesturing towards the door of the bedroom he and Remus shared. "For a bloke who used to be a werewolf he does not do well on no sleep. You want anything to drink?"

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seemysoul
2011-03-09 04:04 am UTC (link)

Dorian snickered, gratefully sinking onto the couch and placing the cigarette between his lips--once he had calmed himself enough not to snort smoke, that is. He took the cigarette out of his mouth again, to muffle his laugh cough with his upper arm, hiding it with a cough. Not that clearing his throat was much quieter than laughing.

"If we drink any more, we might drown," he hissed, "And if we don't drown, then you better hope we pass out before we get any 'quieter.'"

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pad_foot
2011-03-09 04:21 am UTC (link)

"Don't be boring," Sirius hissed back from the kitchen, over the sound of the fridge opening and closing and the clink of bottles. Sirius staggered back in a moment later, holding two beers. "It's just beer!" he argued, "It's not even real drink. Not really."

He passed Dorian the drink before he had time to argue, throwing himself down in the space next to his twin and throwing long legs up to rest over the other mans. Sirius was always a bit overly friendly, and he was never backwards about being forward. Especially when he was off his face on shots. Sirius took a gulp of his beer and a drag of the cigarette balanced in his hand.

"Who were those people we were drinking with all night?" he asked, attention mostly fixed on the scroll of paper burning down between his fingers.

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