Sirius Black (the_last_black) wrote in tempus_fugit, @ 2008-09-12 10:13:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: remus lupin, character: sirius black |
Date: 11th September
Location: The pub Lily works at
Characters Sirius Black and Remus Lupin
What's going on? The full moon fuels Remus' anger over Sirius' actions.
It wasn't until his teenage years that Sirius realised alcohol required the exchange of money. He struggled to think of many situations in which he'd seen his parents actually hand over coins. The thought of his mother pawing through a handbag to find galleons was quite a foreign one. Even now, it seemed wrong for a woman to be piecing together change for a pint. It was such a situation that inspired Sirius to smile at the blond standing beside him at the bar, and tell the landlord he'd pay for her drink alongside his own and Remus'.
The woman was pleasant enough, and more than pretty enough. They chatted whilst drinks were poured, general chatter about the pub and the local area. Sirius complimented her necklace, a large gaudy emerald that he didn't particularly like, but was eye-catching. He lifted the jewel from just below the hollow of her throat with two fingers, smiling at her as he released it. Drinks poured and paid for, Sirius returned to the table with two glasses.
Lily was somewhere behind the bar, presumably retrieving another beer barrel. He still hadn't managed to get a free pint, but it was only a matter of time. Sirius set down Remus' glass and sat down at the table.
Remus was edgy... the full moon was looming, and being in a pub full of people wasn't helping. He'd been reluctantly dragged from the quiet sanctity of Number 12 Grimmauld Place for a pint when Lily left for work. He'd been waiting patiently for his pint when Sirius's actions caught his eye. He had grown quite weary of his Love's wandering eye and even more weary of his wandering hands. Tending to let things go and chalk it up to Sirius being Sirius, he generally let things go... though tonight, things were quite different... he wasn't in the mood to watch his boyfriend chat up random girls at the bar.
"Have a nice feel?" he commented irritably, the acid dripping from his tongue as he grabbed his beer, taking a sip and setting it aside.
Sirius took a drink from his own pint and set his glass down. He smiled, but his eyes narrowed in confusion as Remus spoke "What?" he asked with a huff of amusement.
"That girl... she's quite attractive. Maybe you should go home with her tonight." he suggested, almost as if being helpful, though anyone who knew him knew that he was being anything but helpful. He took another sip of his beer, hoping that perhaps it would help dull the ache in his bones.
His gaze moved back over to the bar, as though that would explain something "the girl who showed me her necklace?" he said, looking at Remus sceptically "why would I want to go home with her? I'm going home with you, Remus." Sirius picked up his glass again, unable to help glancing back over at Remus. It was close to full moon, and that explained a degree of irritability. However, looking at a necklace surely didn't warrant such a poisonous tone.
He couldn't believe Sirius was acting like he'd done nothing, yet again! Well, he certainly wasn't going to get away with it this time... "You know bloody well what I'm talking about, Sirius. This time it may have only been a necklace, but what about the other times? What about you shelling out money for her to drink? Isn't that customary in your little mating ritual? Buy her a drink, tell her she's pretty and end up at her flat?" he asked venomously.
"Why don't you just give it up and go back to girls? You know that's really where your heart lies... or at least another part of you that generally speaks louder than your heart..."
Sirius opened his mouth but absolutely nothing came out of it. He could feel his brain trying to work back over those words, to work out whether he was supposed to defend himself, be offended or just take the insult in good humor. But there was nothing amusing about Remus' tone, not in the least. He closed his mouth again and wrapped his hands around his cold pint glass.
Finally he settled on anger, the default reaction for any given situation, "What the fuck are you on about Remus? I'm not going to anyone's flat," he said irritably, "and what other times?"
"Every time we go out," he said calmly and cooly, "you can't help yourself. It's like a compulsion... and I know that, and I usually just keep my mouth shut, but I'm tired of it." he took another long drink of his beer. "I'm tired of being dragged out, no matter how I feel, only to sit in a corner and watch you try to prove how straight you are."
He couldn't help himself, even though he knew it was true, probably, and that he'd only provoke Remus into even further anger.
"Stay inside then, where you won't have to watch it," he snapped "if coming home to you each night isn't enough then I just won't bother. I'll take your advice, Remus." Sirius eyes were narrowed into a glare that was far more furious than he had right or cause to be, but when attacked he couldn't help kicking out.
"Right then." he said, standing up rather abruptly. "Wouldn't want you to spend money on beer for me that could be better invested in trying to get you laid by the fairer sex." he snapped, grabbing his sweater from the chair where he'd placed it and stepping away from the table, into the crowd. He knew he should have stayed home.
By the time Sirius caught up to Remus he was past the crowd and heading out of the doors. They'd just hit the night air when his hand finally touched on Remus' shoulder, "Come on Remus. I'm here with you. I don't want some girl hanging around a bar...what's this all about?" he tried to round Remus so that he'd have to stop.
Remus let himself be stopped, but only just. He wasn't going to just let this go like he had so many times in the past. "What do you think it's about, Sirius?" he snapped, levelling his fiery gaze at him. "I'm tired of you flirting right in front of me, tired of feeling like you don't mind shagging me in private, but when it comes to even a bit of common respect for me in public, you just can't muster it. I don't expect you to be touching me and flirting with me, but I do expect you to have a bit of respect for the relationship that you claim you want."
"But I've never - and you - I...." Sirius clenched his fist at his side in frustration, "now you've got what you wanted, it's less appealing? Perhaps you just liked me more when you couldn't have me..." He could feel malice heightening in response to Remus' gaze. At full moon Remus could be irritable, snappy, but Siriius had only ever seen this degree of fury on a few occasions.
"No, you've never, and I'm not accusing you of having done anything with them other than flirting, but hasn't it ever occured to you that your incessant flirting is just a bit disrespectful to me?" he snapped. "I don't care if you want to look! I don't care if you talk, but buying them drinks and touching is too far, dammit!" His hand shot out, striking the tree near him with a loud crack. He was just beyond reason right now. He couldn't help but be insanely jealous! Sirius was HIS.
Sirius' eyes flared wide as Remus struck the tree. Such a display from James would have been met with laughter, or perhaps a affectionately meant swung fist to disippate the tension. Remus however...Sirius didn't have a clue. In dog form he kept the wolf in order, but Remus himself was evenly tempered. This display knocked Sirius' thoughts into thus far unconsidered areas. Was Remus right? Perhaps he