"No, seriously. Are you fucking HIGH?"
Sirius blinked, had to consider this for a second. If something funny had ended up in the dessert then maybe, but no, he was mostly drunk, wasn't he? Running his tongue along the seam of his lips experimentally, he encountered what was left of the schnapps and nodded. "Nah, at least I don't think so, why do I have to be high anyway? I'm telling you it makes all kinds of sense if you think about it. Blue is just – a stupid word."
"You really want to talk about whether or not blue is a good word." Eyebrows raised, his companion stared at him incredulously. This was not what word of mouth said happened when you got Sirius Black smashed.
"Listen, Victor –"
"Daniel."
"Willoughby." Sirius slung an arm around his shoulders, grinning in that careless way he had, and dragged the boy with him along the sidewalk. "Don't you ever think about it? Like, what the hell good is a word you can't even use to sum up? Blue's just wrong. Doesn't do it justice."
Daniel considered the likelihood it was a good idea to ask. "Doesn't do what justice. I have to ask again, are you fucking high?"
"Eyes. Obviously. Not the right colour."
"My eyes aren't blue."
"Well yeah, I knew that."
"So what the fuck are you even on about?"
"Mistletoe. Y'know I should have just gone with mistletoe! That would've been a plan, and not the kind that blow up in my face, yeah? Mistletoe's foolproof if you charm it right. Stick somebody to the floor and they can't even escape. Might've got a decent night's sleep for once instead of falling off the bed every sodding night in school. I'm such an idiot. D'you know what I mean? Mistletoe. Fuck. Genius."
"Look. I'm just going to – you should get home – where do you live?"
"Egypt. I've got riverfront property."
"…..Egypt. Right. Where does somebody you know live?"
"No, you don't see, it's like. The Nile. Denial. Geddit?"
Sirius watched him roll his eyes upward and wondered what he was looking at. They were niceish eyes for all that they were clearly the wrong colour, they'd do, maybe. Sort of. Didn't have mistletoe, did have what was left of a bottle of schnapps and probably something chocolate at home. "Now that's a thought. Still got that gag gift left, don't I."
"You can't hold your liquor for shit. I'm serious, where do you live?"
Frowning, Sirius gestured broadly up the street. "That way. Probably. You know your eyes are sort of an interesting colour."
Daniel shoved him then, sent him stumbling into a lamppost, and kept walking, hands thrust into his pockets. He didn't see the other man recover from the fall until he was backed into a wall, a pair of firm hands holding him fast, a smirk playing on that stupid mouth.
"I said. That way." Even drunk, Sirius managed to kiss like he knew what he was doing, even if it was like snogging mouthwash with the mint on his breath. "Egypt, see? C'mon."
Happy fucking Christmas. It was a lot easier to carry the idiot home unconscious.