Written for ErynPotter's 100 stories under 100 words challenge.
I used the prompt Whore as theme.
Word-count: 100
"You're going out?" James followed Sirius to the hallway. "With Frank?"
"Yes." Sirius checked for his wallet.
"Can I join?"
Sirius stood in the doorway. Looked back at James. "I thought you were going to see Lily?"
"Eh, yes…"
"Well, bye."
It was winter. No snow, no ice. Rain.
Frank had chosen the pub. One of those pubs no one knew.
Sirius walked fast. Didn't want to be late. Leather boots beat against the pavement.
The pub was steamy, like they always were.
A man had his tongue in Frank's ear. Money in his hand.
Whoring.
Sirius clenched his teeth.
