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arrogant_black ([info]arrogant_black) wrote in [info]colligo_threads,
@ 2011-03-09 17:12:00

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Entry tags:!closed, *log, regulus black, sirius black

Who: Reg and Sirius
What: Getting drinks together
When: Tonight
Where: A local pub
Rating/Warnings: This DID escalate! So, swearing, and then mentions of past sexual abuse
Status: In progress, closed


Regulus was really doing nothing. It looked like he was playing video games, but in actuality he was only pressing random buttons from time to time as the little characters drove around in there go-karts. His mind was a bit numb from thinking of the same thing over and over. His brother wanted 'something' between them again. Regulus wasn't sure what that 'something' was, or if he was willing to give it. Thus far his consternation seemed a bit unfounded. They had talked once, through text, which wasn't much of an outreach. But he wasn't an idiot, and one awkward, albeit anger free, chat wasn't exactly a banner of healthy brotherly relations. Basically Regulus was waiting for the shite to hit the fan, again, and the unequal distribution there of to unfairly coat him more than any other.

The knock at the door cut through the mess of his thoughts and the sounds from the television. Regulus gave serious thought about not getting it. Though the time to play Vacant Flat was long since passed, what with the volume of the video game up and all. In the end he paused his game, which really just him losing another race and letting the preset story filler take over for a moment, and got up.

The person behind the door was a surprise and a strike at the heart of Regulus' current problem. This was a bad omen, he decided. It was evening, what could Sirius Black possibly want right now?

"When did you learn to knock?" he said to his brother.


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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-10 01:05 pm UTC (link)
Sirius very almost pointed out that if he hadn't been such a stuck up prick he might have learnt something that would allow him to do another job, but then he remembered he was supposed to be being pleasant. So instead he took another long drag on the cigarette and filled his lungs with warm, carcinogenic smoke. After all, Blacks didn't work - he'd been told that often enough. Even if Sirius had been disowned, he'd inherited enough money from their Uncle not to have to worry over how he'd support himself (and, a lot of the time, Remus.) while the war was still going. And, obviously, he'd been given room and board on expense of the Ministry once it was done.

"You could always go back to school?" he suggested, when the urge to be rude had left him. He knew how well that particular idea was likely to go down, but it was the truth. If he didn't want to be a cashier or anything like that, that was probably the best way to go about it. Regulus didn't seem the kind of bloke who'd be happy doing a manual job like his. For a moment, Sirius almost felt responsible for pointing it out, and he shrugged as they turned a corner. "Ron's doing it. Loads of people do."

'Loads of muggles do', was the implication there, but once again Sirius found himself biting his tongue. Merlin, this was hard work, all this 'watching what he said.' He'd go completely barmy if he kept this up. They turned a corner, the pub coming into view at the end of the street, and the freezing wind lifted Sirius' hair from the back of his neck.

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-10 01:42 pm UTC (link)
Regulus shook his head and took another drag and then exhaled the smoke before speaking. "Muggle school is on a semester schedule and the next one doesn't start for a few more months." When he looked up and caught his brother's eye he shot him a half questioning, half irritated look. "What? Juno explained it to me when she got on this kick about being responsible and planning for her future. Something her school's counselor told her to do, or something."

School had been something Regulus thought about, though, due to the scheduling difference he'd dismissed the idea. Maybe if he was still stuck in the same position come the next semester he might think about it again. Who knew. Maybe he'd be turned into a centaur or something at the time preventing attendance and he shouldn't get his hopes set on that.

They were at the pub then. Regulus waited for his brother to go in first, pubs really were not Regulus' scene. He preferred a solitary situation if he were going to drink, but that was more born from his unique approach to mind altering substances.

Regulus sigh, yes, awkward was the best way to start all this.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-10 02:04 pm UTC (link)
"Really?" Sirius pulled a face again. "When I went to Eames' art class I just walked right in. Just go steal some education." Regulus caught his eye and Sirius held it stubbornly, taking yet another drag on te cigarette as they walked. "Like that career stuff they used to make us do at Hogwarts?" Sirius smirked around the cigarette. "I told Minnie I wanted to be a toyboy. Maybe Juno's just on a maternal kick with the baby coming soon."

After all, Lils had turned into a mental person in the last few months of her pregnancy. Sirius had almost got concussion from a chucked photoframe, and had had several lectures on being a 'good role model'. For most of the latter he had just been staring out a window, or trying not to laugh at James' expression over her shoulder.

They reached the pub, and Sirius stepped in in front of his brother. He came to this place quite a lot. It wasn't the armpit pub, which had been all but destroyed during his and Regulus' visit in the toclaphane invasion, but it would do. There was a pool table and darts, decent beer on tap, and a pretty little brunette barmaid that Sirius had often fooled around with after closing. She was there now, serving the few people clustered around the bar, and smiled and waved in the boys direction as the door swung closed behind them.

"Get a table," Sirius told Regulus, unwinding the scarf from around his neck as he spoke. "I'll get drinks. What're you having?"

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-10 02:29 pm UTC (link)
Regulus was fairly certain that stealing an education didn't quite work the way Sirius was suggesting. And never mind that Eames was his friend and let him in. School had tests and grades and official documentation. He refrained from saying any of that as he was sure it would be all lost on his brother.

The pub inside was everything the outside promised it would be, a complete hellhole in Regulus' estimable opinion. Though, he also didn't comment on the conditions considering the type of places he went for self-medication. Maybe he could find something familiar about drinking after all.

He gave his brother an odd look. What was he having? This question would be as foreign as Regulus asking Sirius, 'syringe, snorting or smoking?'. Regulus was sure firewhiskey and elf mulled wine were right out and aside from that he was really rather lost when it came to alcohol. The Christmas gifts he'd stolen for everyone were only a result of Regulus asking for assistance first, and then obviously erasing memories later.

"Whatever you're having?" He shrugged and then moved to his left to get a booth along the far wall.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-10 02:48 pm UTC (link)
Sirius rolled his eyes and headed to the bar, doing a nice job of elbowing his way through the other patrons to lean against the slightly sticky and stained wood. As he waited, he fished his PDA from his pocket and scrolled through the network, only looking up when the barmaid turned to face him with a flirtatious smile and a slight blush.

"Evening, trouble." Sirius offered her a heart-melting grin and slipped the phone away. The young wizard hadn't actually slept with anyone but his roommate for over a month, but that didn't stop him flirting with every attractive human that crossed his path. "And how are you this fine evening? Breaking hearts, I hope?"

A bit of leaning in and too-close conversation later, and Sirius threw back a quick shot (He needed to steel his nerves for the next hour or so.), before he was carrying a couple of pints over to the table. A moment later he darted back to collect two glasses, each containing in inch of whiskey, and some remarkably stupid looking drinks that each contained three very synthetic colours and a crumpled paper umbrella.

"I didn't know what to get," he offered as explanation, once the hlaf dozen glasses were arranged on the table. The animagus slid into the seat opposite Regulus, immediately tipping it back to balance on its back legs, giving the umbrella drinks a thoughtful look. "I don't even know what they are. They just looked... intriguing. And you can always trust tiny umbrellas. And liquids that glow suspiciously in the dark. That's a life lesson right there."

Then he reached over, grabbed one of the whiskeys, and threw it back it three gulps. An action which set the tone for the next few hours.

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-10 03:09 pm UTC (link)
Regulus found the table easily enough, and sat and waited for his brother to return, which took longer than Regulus thought necessary. How hard was it to get two drinks? He really wanted to know.

And then his question was answered when his brother came back with mugs, but left again only to return with more alcohol in varying shades of color. They look more like drinks in commercials marketed towards children than alcohol.

"What is that?" He pointed at the colorful ones with umbrellas. "No, Sirius you can't trust tiny umbrellas, they're useless, just there for looks." Yes, uselessly beautiful things were never trustworthy. "And you've not messed around with enough potions."

But as it was, Regulus really had no room to object on principle about putting suspiciously harmful things in his body. He started with the whiskey too, it looked marginally familiar and therefore slightly comforting, if there could be found comfort in any of tonight's activities. He wasn't unprepared for the burn, he wasn't a complete novice, Slytherins had their share of illicit parties, though they stuck strictly to wizard brewed beverages, and it wasn't as if he was a stranger to pain. He didn't finish as fast as Sirius but he managed to put the glass down without coughing.

One down, two to go. Unless those drinks managed to refill themselves.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-10 03:29 pm UTC (link)
"They're fun," Sirius defended his small umbrellas, finishing off his drink and plonking it heavily back on the table. One eyebrow quirked teasingly. "What's wrong with things that just look good?" His gaze drifted meaningfully for a moment to the girl behind the bar, before a wicked grin cracked his features and he reached out, plucking a pink umbrella from one drink and slipping it behind his ear. "Stop being dull."

Sirius made sure to destroy Regulus' thoughts of 'one down, two to go' with a stready stream of drinks. Initally it started with him collecting more pints, or a few more madly coloured drinks, but as the sun started to set outside and night began to draw in properly, the drinks had started to arrive as nothing more than mouthfuls of hard clear or amber spirit.

The talk had been awkward to start with, but if Sirius had learnt anything in his twenty one years it was that booze was a remarkably good social lubricant. (And yes, he did just grin to himself at the thought of the word 'lubricant'.) Anyway, if anyone had a better idea of how to spend time with his sibling without getting plastered, Sirius would be glad to hear it. If he didn't think too much about who he was sat at a table with, it could almost be seen as a normal night out. So the animagus decided to do just that. Not think about what he was doing, or who he was talking to. It was working quite well. No'one had punched anyone yet, at any rate.

Sirius, his mind a little fuzzy and eyes forgetting how to focus, was back to balancing arrogantly on the back legs on his chair again, head rolled back to stare up at the ceiling. The pink umbrella was between his lips as he chewed absently on the stick and listened to whatever Regulus was garbling on about A half-finished pint sat on the table, beside a handful of empty shot glasses.

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-10 04:57 pm UTC (link)
"... And you know our Aunt Cassiopeia, she was a... a... ugh, what's the word?" Regulus was leaning on the table with one hand propping up his chin while he tried, unsuccessfully, stacking the various sized empty glasses in pyramid form. His attempts obviously thwarted by the different heights of the vessels, and their inability to line up properly. The things were shit, that's for sure.

"Well, I'll think of it."

He leaned down and took a sip from his pint without lifting the glass, just using his lip over the rim. Well he tried to at least. It was a very small sip.

"But our Grandfather Black," which gave Regulus pause because when you thought about it they had two Grandfather Blacks, and he had a vague notion this had dawned on him at some point previous but when he thought about it right then it all seemed so wrong, "our Grandfather Pollux Black had webbed feet, a irreversible curse or something, and She would always ask him about how his feet were doing and they would have endless conversations about how strained his feet were and how proper shoes were hard to come by." Regulus scrubbed at his eyes, it seemed the thing to do to help him think. "And our Grandmother Black, his wife, liked to gamble, she spent galleons and galleons on those flying horse races they had over in France. All the time."

Regulus had not been paying attention to his brother's antics, not since five drinks ago. A count of the cups on the table would not have been beneficial as Regulus couldn't be bothered with that at the moment. Stupid brother for putting colorful, fun liquids in front of him and telling him to drink. Which Regulus did with increasing alacrity and swiftness, though probably less grace, with each subsequent drink.

He brought his hand down to slap on the table. "Groupie! That's what our Aunt Cassiopeia was. But not a 'fun' groupie," Regulus brought his hands up to make quotes in the air, "no, she followed around that one fuddie-duddie folksy singer, he was big with the older, purist mindset ladies. She didn't start until she was like sixty, too. Just one day, snap. Spent her time going from show to show. And at family dinners, if she came, she would try to get you to listen to his latest record." Regulus made a face to convey just how awful that was.

This time Regulus used his hand and took a proper drink. And for the first time he thought this might not be all that bad.

"And our father-" that sentence ended with a laugh in his mug.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-10 05:35 pm UTC (link)
When Regulus tried to drink without the use of his hands, Sirius lowered his gaze to watch, realising even in his half-cut state that this was probably comedy gold. He banged his chair down onto four legs, crossed his arms on the table and balanced his chin on top of them, the beginnings of a grin playing at the corners of his mouth. Why hadn’t he done this before? He pondered. Regulus was clearly about ten billion trillion times more entertaining when he was hammered. He was actually rather funny, which wasn’t an adjective Sirius had associated with his sibling since they were about ten.

There was a moment when both boys paused and looked a little thoughtful at the notion that they had two Grandfathers with the same name.

“Gross,” Sirius commented briefly, but the Regulus had restarted his ramble again and Sirius plonked his chin back down on his arms, one arched eyebrow raising. Bloody hell, his family were lunatics. Not even just in the vaguely-evil, sold-their-souls-to-the-devil kind of mad. Just… actually mental. Who had webbed feet?? No wonder he’d never stood a chance at being vaguely normal. “I think I’d turn to gambling if my husband had webbed feet,” Sirius commented was a laugh and a genuine grin, before starting to dismantle Regulus’ frankly crap pyramid of glasses and pour all the dregs of liquid into one shot glass. He still had the umbrella clamped between his mouth, and it spun gently as he chewed on it, smirking as he listened.

Then Regulus was slamming a palm down onto the table and making Sirius jump. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait.” The animagus held up a hand, although it wobbled in front of his eyes. “A groupie? Aunt Cassiopeia was a groupie? She looked like a deformed banshee! Who would want her being part of their groupie… group. She’d put you off your singing.” He stared down at the weird concoction he’d created from drink leftovers, sniffed it, then pulled a face and slung it back as Regulus helped himself to a pint.

“Mmm!” Sirius made a noise at the mention of their Father, remembered to swallow, and winced at the burning sensation the booze left at the back of his throat. “I once went to steal floo powder from his study, so I could go visit Andromeda, and I found some veeeery specific magazines in a bottom drawer. I was surprised, because I’d forgotten he was a bloke.” Sirius spun the empty shot glass from hand to hand, twisting his voice into a remarkably accurate portrayal of Orion Black’s tone and straightening up. “Yes, Walburga. No, Walburga. Three bags full, Walburga.”

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-10 06:06 pm UTC (link)
Regulus did laugh at the description of their Aunt Cassiopeia, it was very apt. "Oh, she'd sing along with the records too. Not only was the music shit, but she..." He knew he didn't need to draw any connections. Regulus shuttered at the memories that all brought up. Dinners, family gatherings, Christmas, wedged between Bella and their aunt as she recalled for them in horrible form the singer's latest song. Regulus needed a gulp for that one.

"She was a kneazle-lady too. I think she had like seventeen or thirteen of them. Some times she would bring one..." There was more face making as Regulus got sidetracked on more thoughts about their crazy, completely hair brained family. "Bella always praised her with the most brownnosiest... praises."

And then his brother was elaborating on their father, mimicking him and Regulus had to cover his ears and look away because that was very much, eerily, like their father. "No, stop, wrong." It was very wrong.

And required more alcohol, which Regulus solved by finishing off the drink in front of him.

"He had multiple stashes of magazines. There were the ones he left where he thought She would know to look, like his study. And there were the ones he thought She didn't know about, but She did, so hiding them was stupid." Regulus looked forlornly at his now empty mug. Why had the magic refills run out? He went back to stacking cups at odd angles. And then remembered he was talking about something. "Those ones were muggle magazines."

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-10 06:30 pm UTC (link)
"Remember when we put a Kneezle in Her closet?" Sirius smiled fondly. "And itching powder in Her face cream?"

Sirius couldn't help but Thank God he'd got out of that house when he did. He doubted he'd have made it through a rendition of one of his Aunts songs without blowing something up just to drown out the noise. Sirius gave a sloppy, teasing grin, but stopped his (bloody good) imitation on his brothers request. Instead he reached out for the last of the pint, but Regulus got there first and finished it off.

"Oi! Cheeky git," Sirius dragged the empty glass towards him and peered hopefully into its very empty depths before sliding it back for Regulus to examine. Picking up his pink umbrella from where it had, at some point fallen onto the table, Sirius spun it an inch from his face, watching the pink blur until it made him feel a little sick. Regulus' last statement, however, made him look up, eyes widening.

"They better not have been the muggle ones they took off me!" He exclaimed, a suitably infuriated expression twisting his features. "He told me they were gonna burn them! Wanker..." He gave the empty glass a scowl, as if it had been responsible for the stealing of his various publications. Then he sighed.

"We need more drinks," he announced, bracing both hands on the table and forcing his suddenly rubbish legs to take his weight. Blimey, why was the world tilting like that? It was like trying to walk on a boat - and he hadn't even been given an opportunity to get sea legs. If he puked, he was complaining to the manager. Sirius squinted thoughtfully down on the collection of empty glasses, running through a mental list before finally making a decision. "Ooh! Rum!"

And then he was bounding off and colliding into the bar, where the brunette was laughing in their direction. "My brother needs rum," Sirius told her loudly. She looked disbelieving, and Sirius feigned insult. "He does! He's fine! Look." The animagus spun round to grin and bellow across the pool table to his brother, who was slouched at their table.

"Reg! Oi - Dickhead! Make yourself useful and show Anna here that you're fine and can drink rum!"

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-20 06:51 pm UTC (link)
Regulus nodded while trying to drink the beer, which only resulted in some of it being sloshed onto the table because as he moved his head, so too did he move the glass. The moment he realized what he was doing he stopped and mumbled an echoing, "Yes," into the cup. That had been both hilarious and terrifying, the kneazle and the itching powder, once She found out what they'd done, and he was glad for the change of subject, because thinking too hard about Her was sure to make the evening end on a sour note.

"Oh, the current on the mags stayed date," Regulus said while staring down into the glass, and wondering why it was now empty, and not even noticing he'd mixed up his words. "You knew when ever he got a new one because She knew and then it was fucking miserable for a week, more miserable than, well, you know." And then they were back on Her again. Why did they always talk about Her?

It was a good idea to split and find more alcohol. Regulus had decided to stay at the table and look again in all the glasses, operating on the assumption it was always good to double check. And that's what he did with the three closes glasses in front of him. And only those because he was distracted easily. By such things as his brother calling back for him

"What, Twatface?" his brother didn't have to be rude about. "Oh, rum. Right, I can drink rum... what's rum, again?"

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-20 11:22 pm UTC (link)
"See?" Sirius spun back to the girl behind the bar, wolfish grin splashed over his face. "He's fine. I'm fine. You're fine. Everyone's fine!"

"He doesn't know what rum is," 'Anna' the barmaid pointed out, and Sirius rolled his eyes, leaning over the bar until his face was just that fraction too close to hers.

"He's lived a sheltered life," he smiled. "He's not a man of the world like me." Sirius paused, offering the girl his best (slightly bloodshot and unfocused) puppy dog eyes. "Pleeease, Anna?"

A moment later and Sirius was waltzing back to their table, balancing two shots of rum in one hand and two more pints in the other. During his very unsteady journey back to his sibling, Sirius decided he'd be much better at waiting on tables than James could ever be. He'd be a hell of a lot more charming, at least. But then, when was he ever not?

"Oi," Sirius slid an empty glass from under his brothers nose and replaced it with the shot of rum. "See that off." Then he was clambering awkwardly back into his own seat, throwing back his own smaller drink before handing out the pints. "We only got these because I used to shag the girl behind the bar," he pointed out, lifting his own drink to his lips. "You better appreciate the effort I go to."

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-20 11:45 pm UTC (link)
Regulus didn't hear the exchange at the bar, he was too far away and he was very engrossed in his empty glass. However, it wasn't as if he would have minded. Everything he felt sort of sloshed around a mote of alcohol before reaching his brain in a rather diluted and cut thin manner. Every thought had a faint but warm and inviting glow about it. This was a nice place to be.

In his present condition he looked up congenially, if a bit slowly, at his brother when Sirius retook the seat across from him. He accepted the two drinks without complaint and threw back the shot like his brother did and learned he liked rum, though, he would forget that revelation come morning.

He was reaching for the pint when his brother brought up the woman behind the bar and what she used to shag, or was it what Sirius used to shag. The thought was ill formed, either way it went in, and if Regulus had been sober he would have reacted more violently than he did. As it stood at the moment Regulus only grimaced and said, "Ew, gross, don't be crass."

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-21 12:28 am UTC (link)
Sirius rolled his eyes as he took a huge gulp of beer. He was quite enjoying himself, weirdly. He hadn't really expected to. Sirius had approached this whole thing with much the same air he'd approached most of his exams. Like it was something he just had to do. Resigning himself to just ploughing through it, using all the energy he could summon to make it bearable and hopefully not getting too much detention in the process. But it wasn't too bad. For the first time in years, Sirius almost felt like an older brother again. Probably not a very good one, looking at the state of Regulus, but never mind. What did people expect, really?

"It's just sex, Regulus," he pointed out, perhaps revealing a bit of a personal flaw as he did so. "It doesn't have to mean anything. You just need to stop being so..." He stopped, thinking up a word, before settling thoughtfully on one. "... prudish."

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-21 06:41 am UTC (link)
Regulus waved off his brother's accusation. "I'm not prudish, I don't care what you do, I just don't want to hear about it."

And that was a good enough answer if Regulus had left it there. But he now fixated on the idea that he was prudish, which wasn't a label he would use for himself as his personal hangups didn't extend to limiting the choices or activities of others. More like he was asexual with a strong aversion to his own participation in such activities, even talking about those activities.

"I'm not prudish," he said again. And because he was drunk and his mind was swimming in a sense-dulling solution he rambled on without really considering what he was saying. "I mean I used to like sex. I was fourteen, okay, almost fifteen, the first time and from there I really couldn't see a reason to stop." He chuckled to himself as the memories of those years swam up to the front of his consciousness. "Girls, boys, whatever, whenever. The only rule was just don't get caught so She would know. You know?"

And then the smile fell as other memories came up and mixed with the good. And against his better, sober judgment, because he wasn't clear headed at all at the moment, he kept talking. "But he made it not fun." He dropped his head to drink from the glass while it rested on the table and into the glass he said, "Blackhurst." Sober Regulus didn't know if his brother would recognize the name, Blackhurst wasn't exactly a shrinking violet so it was entirely possible his reputation was prolific. Drunk Regulus didn't even consider the possibility.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-21 08:20 am UTC (link)
Sirius felt like he should have been objecting to hearing his brother ramble on about his teenage sex life, but it was all too novel and Sirius had always been too happy to talk about it, anyway. And it was so against what he'd come to expect from Regulus that it was actually quite amusing. Sirius and Regulus, despite the obvious deviations, had probably been quite similar at Hogwarts. Sirius, definitely, had been jumping anyone that moved. Not that it had changed much once he graduated... Sirius smirked to himself as he listened, slumping back in his chair with his drink and casting a quick glance over toward the barmaid.

Then the mood changed, and Sirius hesitated with his beer lifted part way to his lips, turning quickly to stare at his brother.

"Blackhurst?" he repeated, "That little shit from Hogwarts? The De-" He caught himself, because even pissed Sirius was sure aware that bringing up certain topics were bound to cause tension. And a very large part of him was shouting for him not to probe into this, because he'd find out something he wasn't sure he wanted to know. But surely it couldn't be as bad as he was suddenly thinking, could it? It was just because he was pissed. But Blackhurst had always been an absolute twat, and Sirius had heard his name mentioned enough times after Hogwarts to have some idea of what kind of bloke he was. He swallowed, finding his mouth suddenly dry and taking another gulp of beer.

"Reg?" he pushed, despite himself. "Did he..." There was an awkward pause, then Sirius' eyes narrowed and the muscles in his shoulders tensed. "Did he hurt you?"

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-21 08:43 am UTC (link)
Regulus shrugged, not the slightest bit aware of the conversation he was having, and said, "He was older, I don't know what years he attended."

There were warning bells going off in Regulus' head. Somewhere, the brain crew in charge of operations was desperately trying to gain his attention, pressing metaphorical buttons labeled 'Abort', and klaxons were all a light to add to the sense of impending doom. But the alcohol had flooded the communications systems and Regulus was not receiving the warning. In fact the bells sort of had a melodic quality that gave the conversation an interesting soundtrack.

He leaned back, heaving a great sigh and not catching the distorted look on his brother's face. "Hurt doesn't even begin to describe it. I mean, like, hurt makes it sound like a slap," and considering the brothers' pain reference bestowed upon them by their mother a slap to them really didn't hurt all that much, "which months of... most definitely wasn't just a slap."

"He didn't like the word 'no', or maybe he just didn't care, I don't know." Regulus had leaned back forward now and was watching condensation drops leak down the side of his glass. "He liked to be in control."

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-21 09:01 am UTC (link)
Sirius had abandoned his mostly-full pint, slouching back in his chair with his hands curled around the seat, feeling the wood creak benath his grip, a splinter push against his palm. His face was twisted, jaw tight and square, lips pressed hard together to create a cruel line across his features. "Did he make..." He found it hard to voice what he already knew. "You didn't want to."

It wasn't a question. He wasn't stupid. Drunk, yes. But not stupid. And because he was very drunk and the booze swimming through him was acting as a bit of a buffer between himself and the world, he didn't feel most of what he would usually be. He didn't feel horrified or simply upset, or guilt that he hadn't known to stop it. He just felt angry. He felt like pinning Blackhurst to a wall and smashing his ugly fucking face in, hexing him until he was a pile of steaming crap on the floor. Sirius twitched and sat on his hands as they itched for a wand, one knee jumping, taking a deep breath through his nostrils.

"Fucking wanker," he growled. "I'll fucking kill him." There was the problem in that Blackhurst very clearly wasn't in Colligo, but that seemed a minor flaw in the plan at this precise moment. Sirius grabbed his beer and threw it back angrily, willing the cold drink to calm the burning in his chest.

"We should head off," he announced, once he'd finished it off. He wasn't really in the mood for this any more.

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-21 09:47 am UTC (link)
Regulus shook his head, pressing forward with his new found chatty abilities, "Well, I mean at first I wanted it, 'cause, you know sex is sex..." he cocked his head and lifted a finger to trace the drops of water, "but then I changed my mind... and he didn't, I guess..."

"Oh," Regulus looked up at his brother's growled declaration. It was a bit startling and it cut through the haze enough to make him pull away from the very enthralling glass. It was also touching and Regulus was unprepared to accept the sentiment in his present condition, he just knew he should show some level of appreciation. He waved a hand to brush off the offer. "Oh, he's dead already. I killed him," Regulus had not caught on that he'd effectively killed the conversation, "I eventually couldn't take... I slit his- he used to take my wand away, lock it up, so I broke a glass and used a piece to cut-"

Confusion took hold for a moment, and he furrow his brow. He had a feeling that describing this was foreign and that he'd never done it before. And there was the feeling that he didn't discuss it for a reason but he couldn't think of why. He looked down and the sensations retreated but his brother was standing up and making ready to leave. It seemed as if his brother was upset but Regulus couldn't for the life of him figure out why - no one had yelled, they'd equally lambasted their mother and had laughed at their family, hell, they'd even talked about sex! In all this had to count as a success for a Black Brother outing. Maybe it was a general disappointment about leaving? Regulus accepted that reasoning.

"Right, head back, right." He downed the small amount remaining and then stood, slowly and unsteadily, following his brother without protest.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-22 12:16 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, Christ..." Sirius muttered, more to himself than anything. He just didn't understand why this had happened. They'd been having a good time! What had happened to talking about their groupie Aunt and their Fathers girlie magazines? When had it all turned so... shit? Why had he come out at all? He'd known this would be a bad plan. He could be out with Remus and James and this certainly wouldn't have happened. He certainly wouldn't be feeling like he was doing his best to keep some kind of angry, overprotective powerkeg from exploding in his chest. He wouldn't be feeling so sick.

Sirius wished his brother would stop talking. The older boy groaned instead, clapping his hands over his ears in an attempt to drown out his brothers words. He was sure Blackhurst had deserved it, would have been more than happy to do it himself if he'd only known. But he didn't want to hear about his brother doing it, because that made this whole thing so much more difficult.

Sirius wobbled hastily to his feet and Regulus followed at a much slower face, both boys' sense of balance having taken a severe knock in the last few hours. Sirius squeezed his eyes shut for a moment in an attempt to stop everything looking so... blurry. But that threw up a whole lot of imagined images and for a second he was convinced he was going to be sick. Snapping his eyes open, Sirius caught the tail end of the confused look on his brother face. And now he felt guilty. Stupid emotions. What good were they?

"I'm not mad at you," He muttered (or slurred) awkwardly, turning his gaze onto the mountain of glasses they were leaving behind on the table. "I'm mad at him. And for Merlin's sake, Reg, don't fall on your arse, will you? I'm not carrying you home."

As he spoke, Sirius himself swayed gently, and had to grab the table to prevent himself going completely arse over elbow. The world was all blurry and the edges and the colours were all saturated, like reality was throwing himself at him. He rather wanted to go to bed, but he couldn't help but wonder whether sleep was out of the question now. "Shut up," Sirius defended himself as he unsteadily righted himself. "I meant to do that.
Let's go."

And he loped off towards the door, narrowly avoiding walking straight into the pool table. They hadn't even got to play pool!

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-22 02:20 pm UTC (link)
Regulus looked all the more confused when Sirius confirmed he was, indeed, upset. Mostly because he'd had far too much alcohol for one sitting. He was very much a light weight after all, when it came to liquor, never having got around to building up the same level of tolerance his brother had. Things computed slowly in his head, or not at all, and his brother being upset at Blackhurst fell somewhere in between the two.

He opened his mouth to ask for clarification. Hadn't his brother not wanted anything to do with him during those years, so what did it matter what had happened to him? Sirius' overwrought conscience for not having done something was a new thing for Regulus to grasp, and doing so while drunk made the task all the more difficult. But then his brother almost fell on his arse, a great contradiction to the admonition he'd laid on Regulus, and the confusion was fugacious, slipping away in Regulus' wholehearted laughter at Sirius' folly.

"I'm coming, twatface." Regulus too slurred his words and was very unsteady on his feet. He decided to blame the ground for refusing to remain horizontal. How was he supposed to walk straight when it was tilting two ways at once?

"You're one to talk." And then he fell in awkward step next to Sirius, less than gracefully missing the pool table, but still missing it none the less.

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[info]pad_foot
2011-03-22 11:15 pm UTC (link)
It was like watching a Thestral foal learning to walk. Sirius rolled his eyes as he regained his balance and Regulus stumbled to his feet to walk beside him, both boys swerving around the pool table on the way to the door. Sirius didn’t return the wave the girl behind the bar offered, too caught up in his own head to really consider her as they lurched awkwardly towards the cold air of the street. Sirius might have managed to hold his alcohol a lot better than his brother – he’d had years of it being his substance of choice, and that gave a person a lot of practice – but that didn’t mean he was anywhere approaching sober as he stepped out into the street and immediately swore at the dropped temperatures.

“Bloody fucking hell, it’s cold,” he grumbled. The moment they hit the pavement, Sirius was shoving his hands into his coat pockets to find his cigarettes. It had, after all, been a few hours. Add that amount of time to the revelation that was still making his gut churn and no wonder he was gasping. Sirius lit two (although it took several attempts) and passed one over, wondering drunkenly if Regulus had any idea how Sirius felt right about now, or how completely he’d destroyed the unexpected way Sirius had been enjoying the evening. Right now all he wanted to do was drink whatever he found in the cupboard, perhaps be a bit sick, and then curl up under a duvet and hope to pass out. God, he hoped Remus wasn’t still awake… Sirius took a long drag on the cigarette, letting smoke fog his already dulled senses.

Still, he forced himself not to think and glanced to the side for a distraction. Sirius couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his little brother pissed off his head and weaving a very wobbily line over the pavement. He wanted to change the subject. He didn’t want to think about that anymore.

“You’re going to feel like shit tomorrow. Don’t come bitching to me, will you?”

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[info]arrogant_black
2011-03-23 12:10 am UTC (link)
Regulus thought he was doing excellent despite a ground that constantly shifted its alignment. It was a dodgy ground, but he wasn't going to let it get the better of him. And speaking of dodgy, it was bloody cold and the zipper on his coat was being bloody difficult. In the end he decided to fuck it and just pulled the sides closed and held them against his body with his arms.

Until his brother was passing him a cigarette, and he couldn't turn down that. He moved one arm away and the cold rushed in again. There was a moment of fiddling with the contraption again but in the end he gave up and focused on the cigarette. He decided it was worth the cold.

"Psssh, I've had wors-" he waved his hand, and then one thing went right for him that evening, though, at the time it most decidedly did not seem like it. He took a wrong step off the curb, lost his balance completely and did just what his brother told him not to do, he fell right on his arse. The good thing was that he no longer felt compelled to bring up heroin withdrawal comparisons, instead he focused on the great injustice wrought down on him by the evil pavement.

"Split in two levels?! Fucking, sodding bastard. Did you see- splitting into two fucking levels." He was clearly indignant and continued his verbal abuse of the pavement as he tried to regain his feet. "I'm sure there comes a time when both your parents wish that you were the dribbling shot that should have missed the slot. What's more, I bet that thought comes daily." Never mind that pavement doesn't have 'parents' and is hardly created in the same fashion human life is, but that was hardly the point! Fucking pavement.

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