[closed] this isn't quite what it seems

[moonshined]

Who: Remus and Sirius
What: Sirius makes a mistake. Remus has to deal with it.
Where: A brothel in the village
When: The first week of June
Warnings: Language, sex, etc.



It's not like being dragged into some tomfoolery by Sirius Black is a new thing for Remus. It's been happening regularly since he was eleven and made friends with James and Sirius and Peter. James and Sirius were the instigators, Peter was the tagalong, Remus was the voice of reason and caution. After a while, you just learn not to fight it. Still, a place like this makes him more wary than usual, and he tugs his cloak a little closer around his shoulders as he lets Sirius lead him toward their destination, which he'd promised was fun and exciting.

"It's bloody freezing out here, mate. What is this place, anyway?"

He's really hoping it's nothing too...out there. He's been taking baby steps, but Remus isn't quite ready for 'out there' quite yet.

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[blackdogstar]

Rest in pieces, boys.

Maybe he'll feel better less sober.

He uses that arm around Remus' shoulder to drag him to a table, where he sits next to him, and puts on a convincingly confident grin to tell the lady who offers them drinks to bring them each a house brew.

"Yes, yes. The world will feel better after a pint."

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Sirius is probably right. They're British, that's how they fix things: with lager. Remus sits down, unintentionally close to Sirius because he's very insecure about all the half-naked girls currently making eyes at both of them.

"So you...you've frequented this place before, yeah? Have you got, erm—a favorite?"

[blackdogstar]

If it isn't a lager, it's tea. Sometimes Sirius feels like he could use both. Right now is definitely a pint moment, though. He leans back a little in his seat and tries to look casual.

It's... pretty adorable how Remus is clinging to his side.

"Aaahhh....." We he has accidentally managed to get himself a night or two, without realizing he was paying. Should he just put salt in the wound? Sure, why not. Whatever. He doesn't need dignity.

He makes a nod toward a girl who has been giving them glances ever since they walked in. She seems to embody the descriptor of "firecracker".

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Remus would prefer not to use the word 'clinging,' thanks very much. But it is sort of true.

He follows Sirius's gaze, and huffs out a soft chuckle of approval.

"She's cute. Don't blame you, mate."

[blackdogstar]

Stuck at the hip, then. Either way you phrase it, he's glad for the proximity. Or is crawling out of his skin because of it. He actually can't decide which.

"Right? I've got good taste. You know me."

Very, very long chug please and thank you. How does he phrase this. What does he say. He has to say something.

"You ever thought about sharing? You know, girl in the middle?" Nailed it.

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Oh. Oh. Yes, Remus is going to just keep drinking to keep his panicked brain from blowing a circuit. When he finally comes up for air, he swallows heavily and there's a long moment of silence.

"I mean. I haven't. Thought about it. Not that I wouldn't—that's to say, I'm not opposed to it."

[blackdogstar]

It's okay, take your time. Sirius is busy quietly blowing a circuit as well. He fucked that one up quite spectacularly in the smoothness department.

Oh thank Merlin. Sirius thought Remus was about to cut and run. A lopsided, canine-heavy grin takes over his face.

"Well, hell, let's try it! This place is the best chance we'll get!" Sirius looks up and tries to make eye contact with that girl he'd pointed out earlier. Go big or go home???

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It's that grin that does it, honestly, and Remus sort of hates how useless he is in the face of that particular smile of Sirius's. His shoulders slump a little, both in defeat and relaxation, and Remus shakes his head, looking down into his tankard with a rueful little smile.

"Can't believe I'm agreeing to this, but...yeah, alright. Ah—girl in the middle, yeah?"