Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew all pilled in to what purported to be a rock club in the city of Edinburgh. It was James Potter's stag do, a name they found hilarious for obvious reasons. Sirius had acquired a pair of reindeer antlers, like the ones found in shops near Christmas time, and used a sticking charm to keep them on James's head. If they hadn't been in a muggle area, Sirius would have insisted James use his own animagus antlers. This wasn't their first pub of the night, or even their first city, but muggle booze had nothing on firewhiskey, so they were still only slightly tiddly. They ordered drinks from the bar, joking and laughing with each other, but stopped when the music died and an announcer began to speak.
"And now, ladies and gentlemen! We have a special treat for you tonight! A burlesque performance by the Sirens!"
The Marauders shared glances, "Nice choice Padfoot! Strippers without going to a strip club!" Peter crowed, the others laughed.
"Actually," a voice from behind them interrupted "Burlesque is not the same as stripping, there's a bit more artistry, often a comedic element, and you don't see nipples or bare crotch." The bartender continued pulling the pint he was working on, but glared slightly at Peter. Peter looked sheepish, and the others shared looks before turning towards the small stage with interest.
Fat Bottom Girls by Queen, a song that had come out the year before had started to play, and there were 3 women on stage wearing leather jackets, suspenders, and tiny flowy miniskirts. Sirius couldn't tear his eyes from the beautifully swaying behinds on stage, they moved perfectly in time with the music, with their tiny skirts emphasising their every movement. The one in the middle made eye contact with him across the room as she seductively dragged her hands up her leg, and he was pretty sure he drooled when they removed their leather jackets and shimmied their fringed bra clad breasts at the crowd, the one in the middle winking at him this time. People whistled and cheered when the skirts came off, and the dancers wiggled their bums at the crowd as the song came to a close. Just as the bartender had said, the important bits were still covered by the end, and Sirius was pretty sure he'd seen women wearing smaller bikinis, but it was still damn sexy.
All thoughts of bar hopping again left their minds, and they watched another two performances with fixated interest. The performances finished and they whooped and cheered with the rest of the crowd, before Sirius declared he was going out for a cigarette.
Sirius stepped outside and down a small alley before pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with his want surreptitiously, he took a deep drag and sighed in contentment. The night was going well, even if they weren't really drunk enough yet for his liking, it was a stag do after all! A door opened a little bit down the alley, and a young woman came tripping out, dropped something, and let out an impressive string of swear words.
"Fucking shit bugger fucking bollocks! Of course, of fucking course! Argh!" she yelled to the sky, before turning around and smacking her forehead on the door she had just walked out of.
"Uhh are you ok?" Sirius asked, unsure and only slightly amused. Her head whipped up, and he found himself looking into the eyes of the girl who'd winked at him from the stage.
"Are you serious?" she asked in a disparaging tone of voice, raising an eyebrow.
He couldn't help it, he grinned and said "Yes actually, how did you guess? Sirius Black, at your service." He gave an elaborate bow, and she snorted and cracked a small smile.
"Your parents named you Sirius? You poor thing." She let out another small laugh and walked closer to him.
"Eh, I don't mind, it's given me a Sirius appreciation for puns." He winked and she laughed again "But seriously, what's up? Can I help at all?"
She sighed.
"Everything is up, but if I could nab a cigarette off you that would improve things a wee bit. I just dropped mine in that puddle back there." She jerked her thumb back to the door she'd come out of and he saw an open pack of cigarettes that was now completely soaked. He handed her a cigarette and helped her light it using the end of his, before getting himself another.
"Better?" he asked, as she took a deep drag and let it out in a long breath, eyes closed and leaning against the wall. She nodded and smiled up at him, before her face took on a curious expression. She pursed her lips and looked him up and down, he smirked and raised an eyebrow at her.
"Like what you see?" He asked.
"Not as much as you did!" she laughed. Damn, she saw me staring he thought.
"I have a proposition for you, if you really want to help me?" she tilted her head to one side and looked at him from under her lashes.
"Go on." He said.
"One of the reasons I came storming out here in a huff, is that my arse of an ex-boyfriend is here. I don't know why, I don't know what his motives are, but he was a manipulative son of a bitch and it's entirely possible he's just here to make me have this freak out." She took another long drag on the cigarette. "Can you like, pretend that you fancy me or something? I'm really not in the mood for that confrontation tonight and" her eyes traversed his six foot, broad shouldered frame "you might be just the thing I need to keep him away."
"Oh princess, I'm not going to have to pretend anything at all." He said with a suggestive smirk, eyeing her tiny leather shorts, suspenders, and slightly baggy leather jacket. She laughed.
"Come on then lover boy, the other girls will be down in a bit, let me buy you a drink." She grabbed his hand and lightly pulled him back to the front entrance of the club. She gave the bouncer a wave and they headed back inside. The mouths of James, Remus, and Peter all dropped when they saw him being lead back inside by none other than the blue haired beauty from the stage, he couldn't help but smirk a little. She bought a double vodka coke for herself, and a double jack and coke for him, having a brief word with the bartender who had spoken the Marauders earlier as she did so.
"So do you do this all the time?" he asked "The dancing I mean, not the guilt tripping random men into hanging out with you." He teased. She raised an eyebrow, she does that a lot he mused.
"Guilt tripping you am I? So I didn't see you staring at me while I was dancing? Or wiping that wee bit of drool off your chin?" She teased right back, with mock indignation.
"She has you there pads!" James laughed, as the other marauders came over.
"Pads?" She asked with a confused look at him.
"Shortened old school nickname." He explained. "This is James Potter, Remus Lupin, and Peter Pettigrew," he introduced the other Marauders, "Guys this is… actually, I didn't even ask your name!" he smacked himself in the forehead and she laughed. She also does that a lot, he thought.
"Nice to meet you guys, I'm Isla, and to answer your previous question Sirius, we do this sort of thing every few months or so. It's the Fringe festival at the moment so there's all sorts of performances and things on at the moment." She turned to James, "Nice antlers, stag do?" she asked with a smirk and a twinkle of amusement in her eyes.
"Aha! Told you somebody would get it!" Sirius exclaimed, as Peter and Remus cracked up. James pulled on the antlers, but being in a muggle area, he couldn't use his wand to undo Sirius's sneaky sticking charm. "I knew there was a reason I liked you." He grinned and put his arm around Sorcha's shoulders.
"Your idea?" she giggled, looking at Sirius. He nodded proudly, puffing out his chest. "You really do have a sirius appreciation for puns." She remarked with a smirk.
The night continued to be full of drinking, dancing, and laughter. Isla's dancer friends joined the group, along with a few others, and soon it seemed they knew half the bar.
The next time Isla and Sirius went out for a cigarette, he pulled her back into the alley they had met in and snogged the living daylights out of her. Her hands gripped his shoulders, and he had one arm round her waist, the other hand tangled in her wildly curly hair.
When they went back inside, she made eye contact with her ex, who was staring at her with a furious expression, and smirked. She had a quiet conversation with her friends, before going back to Sirius and whispering in his ear,
"I have a bottle of dark rum and an empty flat for the next three hours or so, are you coming?" She started walking away, and smirked when Sirius caught up with her before she got half way across the bar.
He pushed her against the wall the second they got in her flat, she groaned in pleasure and tugged his leather jacket from his shoulders. She manoeuvred them into her bedroom and shoved him down onto her double bed, grinning at the shocked look on his face. He sat up and made to grab for her and pull her down with him, but she skipped away.
"Ah ah ah," she said, "hands down." He complied, and she bent down to remove the Doc Martens she wore on her feet. He discretely removed the wand holster from his forearm and put that and his jacket on the floor. She prowled towards him and kissed him possessively, before pushing him down again and straddling him. She began to tug his t-shirt up, moving painfully slowly. He fisted his hands in the covers, she wanted to play this game, so he might as well enjoy it. She removed his t-shirt from him and began to kiss her way down his body, he groaned when she grazed a nipple with her teeth, and bit his lip as she began to work on the belt buckle of his leather trousers. He didn't think he could grip the covers any tighter, but when she took the head in her mouth he couldn't help but clench his fists in the covers even more and let out a tortured "Fuck yesssssss." After what felt like hours of sweet, sweet torture she crawled back up his body and he saw her sexy evil smirk.
"Hands above your head." She ordered, and he obeyed without question.
That wasn't the last time they had sex that night, and when Sirius crept out early the next morning trying not to wake the soundly sleeping Isla in his rush to get to his best mate's wedding, he completely intended on coming back.
Unfortunately, fate had other plans.
AN: So, I'm writing again after having a massive identity crisis and deleting everything I've ever done. Hope you enjoy, this is really just a bit of fun while I ease myself back into this thing.
For those who are unsure, Isla is pronounced eye-la