Sirius Octanis Black (dog_star) wrote in cr_seventies, @ 2010-09-29 14:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | 1979, amycus, antonin, harry, james, lucius, peter, remus, sirius |
So Alison and I finally finished the Stag Party thread. It was based on the prequel JKR wrote for a charity auction. Which I feel sure every one here is familiar with. If you aren't, click it and read it first. Then watch how brilliantly Alison and I steal her work!
Who: James, Sirius, Remus, Peter, Harry, Lucius, Amycus, Antonin, and a couple of muggle cops.
What: James' Stag Party
When: The night before Lily and James got married.
Where: A fancy restaurant, London streets, an alley.
Rated: Fun for everyone!
Status: Completed!!! -- Okay so it's completed but it is not all posted yet, I promise it will be within the next 24 hours. Thank you for your patience.
Since James and Lily announced their engagement Sirius had been planning this stag night. Ideas he had in abundance, but unfortunately, not all of them were usable. It hadn't been easy to plan a night that wouldn't offend the puritanical sensibilities of the betrothed couple. (To be fair, the groom hadn't come with those sensitivities, those came, much to Sirius' chagrin, with dating the bride. And Sirius had not taken the changes in his best friend easily.) But eventually he came up with something that would make everyone, even Lily, happy. At this point, Sirius thought drinking would be the most dangerous thing they would do.
Sirius had James meet him at his place, and everyone else, the Marauders plus Harry, were going to meet them at the restaurant about an hour later. Sirius had wanted a bit of time alone with James, he had the familiar tequila and planned to do a few shots with him, toasting farewell to their youth, and heralding in the next phase of their lives. Thoughts that alternately excited Sirius, then made him shudder in aversion. He wasn't quite as hip as James was on moving to the next part of his life, adulthood, but he didn't seem to have much of a choice, as some parts of himself seemed to be forging ahead without his permission.
Pouring the liquor so close to the rim that only someone who was magic would be able to get it to their mouths without spilling, Sirius held his small glass aloft, "To you," he started then felt a lump rise in his throat. He was stuck. If he continued with his original thought then tears were inevitable, and though he knew he wouldn't be able to get through the actual wedding without crying some, he certainly didn't want to start now. "To you finally getting laid," he revised, then he clinked his glass against the one James was holding and tossed the clear liquid down his throat, effectively killing the lump.