Disclaimer: Their was a ficcer had a dog and disclaimer was it's nameo, D.I.S.C.L...aimer, um, right,
well, their not mine. I wish they were, but if wishes were pennies then, well I'd own Sirius, Remus and
Snape, but they're not, and I don't, they belong to JK, but you all knew that.
Snookered
"You've never played snooker?" Remus sounded remarkably indignant.
"No, Moony, I haven't. I've never even been in a muggle pub before." Normally Remus would have
shushed him for the overly loud use of the word 'muggle', but the current circumstances and clime
(he was drunk and they were in a pub) allowed him to let it pass. After all he was just another
babbling drunk, no?
"Well, you can't very well go through life not knowing how to play a simple thing like snooker. I'll have
to teach you." Remus wandered over to the cues and picked one up.
As he wandered back towards him, Sirius, resigned to learning, asked, "What's the stick for then?"
Remus blinked, then added flatly, "Stick." He opened his mouth to correct Sirius, then looked
thoughtfully at the â ˜~stick'. A wicked smile began to creep across his face. "Stick, well we'll start
with the basics then," He glanced slyly at Sirius, "The stick should always be held firmly, but without
excessive pressure. The stick should be treated with careful handling and the greatest respect, the
stick is the most precious thing you will ever be trusted with, during the game, one should only handle
one's own stick, it is considered highly rude to use another's stick, unless permission is given of
course. Now," Remus shifted his grip on the cue and beckoned forth a dazed Sirius, "Watch how I
hold the stick and then try. See? Good." He handed the cue to Sirius, "You try."
Sirius grabbed hold of the cue and waved it in the vague direction of the balls.
"No. No." Remus moved up behind Sirius and leant round him, grasping the cue in the correct way,
then holding Sirius' hands atop his. He leant forward, just managing to see above Sirius' shoulder
and potted one of the reds. "See?" He added a small peck to Sirius' neck, and said, "You try."
Sirius, blinking at the sudden loss of Remus's arms around him, nodded, leant forward and actually
hit another red.
"Good, now for the balls," He grinned at Sirius' startled face, "There are fifteen reds, then one each of
the yellow, green, brown, blue, pink and, "He grinned again, "Black. Now there's also the white, the
only ball to be handled during the game. It should not, however, be held at the wrong time, and its
movement is limited, it is not as versatile as the stick, but tends to have vital impact on the outcome
of the game. The aim is to pot all the balls with the stick, they should be potted in the order stated,
and potting the Black always wins the game. It is the most valuable ball in the whole lot and without
the Black the game would not be worth playing," Sirius had been growing more and more attentive
throughout the speech and at this last, he made a squeaking sort of whine. "So," Remus continued,
"Want to play?"
Sirius nodded, got up, took the cue from Remus and replaced it on the wall. Standing in front of
Remus he laced their hands and, huskily, "Yes, I would like to play very much, at home, moony,
please."
Remus nodded as Sirius leant over and kissed him, "Love you, Moony." His smile was replaced by a
wicked grin, "Now can we please go fuck?"
well, their not mine. I wish they were, but if wishes were pennies then, well I'd own Sirius, Remus and
Snape, but they're not, and I don't, they belong to JK, but you all knew that.
Snookered
"You've never played snooker?" Remus sounded remarkably indignant.
"No, Moony, I haven't. I've never even been in a muggle pub before." Normally Remus would have
shushed him for the overly loud use of the word 'muggle', but the current circumstances and clime
(he was drunk and they were in a pub) allowed him to let it pass. After all he was just another
babbling drunk, no?
"Well, you can't very well go through life not knowing how to play a simple thing like snooker. I'll have
to teach you." Remus wandered over to the cues and picked one up.
As he wandered back towards him, Sirius, resigned to learning, asked, "What's the stick for then?"
Remus blinked, then added flatly, "Stick." He opened his mouth to correct Sirius, then looked
thoughtfully at the â ˜~stick'. A wicked smile began to creep across his face. "Stick, well we'll start
with the basics then," He glanced slyly at Sirius, "The stick should always be held firmly, but without
excessive pressure. The stick should be treated with careful handling and the greatest respect, the
stick is the most precious thing you will ever be trusted with, during the game, one should only handle
one's own stick, it is considered highly rude to use another's stick, unless permission is given of
course. Now," Remus shifted his grip on the cue and beckoned forth a dazed Sirius, "Watch how I
hold the stick and then try. See? Good." He handed the cue to Sirius, "You try."
Sirius grabbed hold of the cue and waved it in the vague direction of the balls.
"No. No." Remus moved up behind Sirius and leant round him, grasping the cue in the correct way,
then holding Sirius' hands atop his. He leant forward, just managing to see above Sirius' shoulder
and potted one of the reds. "See?" He added a small peck to Sirius' neck, and said, "You try."
Sirius, blinking at the sudden loss of Remus's arms around him, nodded, leant forward and actually
hit another red.
"Good, now for the balls," He grinned at Sirius' startled face, "There are fifteen reds, then one each of
the yellow, green, brown, blue, pink and, "He grinned again, "Black. Now there's also the white, the
only ball to be handled during the game. It should not, however, be held at the wrong time, and its
movement is limited, it is not as versatile as the stick, but tends to have vital impact on the outcome
of the game. The aim is to pot all the balls with the stick, they should be potted in the order stated,
and potting the Black always wins the game. It is the most valuable ball in the whole lot and without
the Black the game would not be worth playing," Sirius had been growing more and more attentive
throughout the speech and at this last, he made a squeaking sort of whine. "So," Remus continued,
"Want to play?"
Sirius nodded, got up, took the cue from Remus and replaced it on the wall. Standing in front of
Remus he laced their hands and, huskily, "Yes, I would like to play very much, at home, moony,
please."
Remus nodded as Sirius leant over and kissed him, "Love you, Moony." His smile was replaced by a
wicked grin, "Now can we please go fuck?"