Who: Sirius Blackunwind & Sirilla Blackswap What: Cuddles and drinking When: Tuesday night Where: Their cabin Warnings: Sirius squared, expect some stuff
There was still the ache of a hangover from the night before biting at the edges of Sirius' mind and stomach. Physically he wasn't in the best shape and emotionally he was still a wreck. That was something Sirilla could understand, though, or at least he thought so. They were more alike than any other Sirius he'd met, but they talked more than he did with the others. Even though she wasn't the female version of his exact life, they could understand each other and everything they went through or were currently going through. That's why he was here with her.
Sirius had stocked up on enough alcohol for them to have their own bottles, so he sipped from his and curled closer to her with a soft sound. She hadn't tried to help him with Regulus so far and he wasn't sure what to think about that. It was good to give him time, that was certain, but she was the only one who had her sibling on the compound and they had bridged the gap. Sirilla had to have some insight on it all then, didn't she? When the time was right, he would ask if he wanted to.
"I'm serious about rewriting the pamphlet," he said after another drink. The alcohol helped with everything. What was a few days of being wasted on a beach? They were both missing their Moonys and constantly dealing with all the shitty people and the shitty things they said. It was a break that perhaps they both needed. Without really thinking about all the serious crap, something he had always been good at. Ignore it. Talk about something else. Drink.