Few things were more entertaining that watching Sirius' face as he put the fuzzy, disjointed aspects of a blurry night together the next morning. He reckoned the bare bones would late be fleshed out a bit more as the memories came back to him. James couldn't help, however, but give an approve smile and nod at the mention of 'some girl.' His eyes followed Sirius' gaze and it struck him that she might still be there, haunting an upstairs room like a phantom.
A leggy sort of phantom if Sirius' personal tastes had come into play.
Well, if Remus accidentally stumbled across her, there'd surely be some kind of commotion to alert them. James could only hope she wasn't someplace inconvenient, like buck naked and strewn across a pile of Remus' favourtie books - not that, you know, people often slept on piles of books. They also didn't often sleep snuggling with James' socks, but clearly there were exceptions. Or maybe it was just habit. When they were younger, when summer nights bled into dawn while James' parents were out of town and half-naked bodies strewn about was something of the standard decor, all too often Sirius managed to wake up with James' feet in his face.
Truly, the kinks to Sirius Black knew no bounds.
"I'd call that round for me," he decided, turning his wand and attention to lighting his cigarette. He might not have gotten laid, but if he'd wanted to he certainly could have found someone to warm his bed before morning. Aurors and bubble baths won on sheer novelty in his mind. But then other thoughts, his own surfacing memories started snagging in his mind. "How well do you know our friendly neighborhood Auror?"