Who: James Potter and Sirius Black What: The status quo Where: Sirius's place When: Whenever it was they happened to wake up Rating/Status: TBD / Incomplete
Sloppily passing out in Sirius’s living room was a habit usually reserved to early morning practices that followed nights of serious fun. During the full moon, of course, it was different. It was about responsibility. And keeping Remus in the clear. And guarding the door of the library and all that. And maybe having a few shots at Sirius’s place as the sun came up, just to take the edge off, to help them pass out.
So it wasn’t so very weird to wake up, groggy, on Sirius’s couch. When he blearily dragged his eyelids upward, what was weight was the way his jeans felt. His shirt hand been discarded hours before. He never really understood how people managed to sleep in full kit. Shirt always seemed a bit eager to strangle him. But his jeans felt too tight in weird places. Not the reasonable places, upon first waking up. He pulled in a breath, his chest feeling oddly heavy. Maybe he was still drunk.