Chapter Two:

He woke as the door shut.

What had happened?

As he sat up and ruffled his hair, he glanced around the room, taking in the overturned armchair and the random placement of his hastily removed clothes.

"What the hell?" James whispered.

"Hello," James said, looking for some other semblance of life.

"Hello," he repeated louder, slipping out of bed and pulling on his boxers.

What had happened last night?

He remembered going out with Sirius to that new club, but after that, everything got a little fuzzy. James frowned as he remembered what had pushed him into accepting Sirius's invitation- Rachel had dumped him. He recalled that clearly.

A little blue post-it note written in her elegant chicken scratch:

"Sorry James, I don't love you anymore.

Don't try calling my flat-I've moved.

–Rachel"

"God dammit!" James exclaimed as the headache hit him. He must have drunk a great deal in order to get that headache. James zipped his jeans and threw on his t-shirt. Sirius had a lot of explaining to do.

Jams picked up the hotel phone and called the front desk. If he, James, was at this hotel Sirius sure as hell was.

"Hello," said a quiet voice on the other end of the line. "Front desk. Diane speaking. How may I help you?"

"Uh, yeah. Hi. I was wondering if a Sirius Black was staying at the hotel."

"One moment sir."

"Thanks," James said, attempting to pull on a sock and hold the phone at the same time.

"Sir, I'm sorry, but there is no person here under that name."

"Oh," replied James, dropping his tennis shoe. "What about…Stubby Boardman? Is there anyone under that name?" James asked as he hopped about trying to pull on his shoe.

"One moment sir." James waited patiently, listening to the fluttering of paper and the mutter of voices at the front desk. He began to pace.

"Sorry sir, but no is staying here under that name."

"Shit!" James exclaimed as his toe collided with the bedpost.

"Sir?"

"Nevermind! Is there anyone here under the name love machine?"

"Sir?"

"What!" James yelled as he hopped up and down on one foot, rubbing his injured toe.

"Okay sir…no need to be hostile," Diane muttered bad-temperedly. James grumbled and nursed his bruises.

"Sir?"

"Yes?"

"There is a person here listed under the name love machine," Diane said with disbelief.

"Good," sighed James with relief, tying his shoe. "What room number?"

"Number 302."

"Thank you," James said and hung up the phone.

When in doubt, look under love machine.

James smirked as he picked up his jacket and walked out of the door.

James knocked once on room 302's door.

"Yes?"

"Room service," James said, disguising his voice.

"Wow, you guys must be telepathic," Sirius replied, opening the door. "I've the worst hangover in the-James!"

"Sirius, do you always open the door nude?" James asked grinning.

"I like to show off my long-comings," Sirius replied, stepping aside to let James enter.

"Did your 'date' leave?" James asked, looking around the clothes strewn room.

"Yep," Sirius grimaced. "She apparently didn't enjoy my long-comings." James laughed.

"Maybe if you had put on your bloody clothes she would have stayed longer."

"Oh, shut up," Sirius replied jokingly as he pulled on his jeans.

"Who were you with anyway?" James asked, looking out of the window.

"Who the hell knows…Tina, Tonya…Sarah…I don't keep track."

"Sirius, you are one sick bastard," James said, turning to face his friend.

"No, Sarah had to go to work early today, so I won't see her again 'til tonight." Sirius sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Do you and Sarah rent hotel rooms often?" James asked innocently.

"All the time to, you know, keep the spark in our relationship…anyways, how was your long night of getting over Rachel with steamy sex?" Sirius asked, picking up the phone. "Room service? Yeah, two coffees please. Thanks."

James turned as Sirius hung up the phone.

"Amazing," James lied.

"I always thought she'd be good in bed."

"Oh yeah, she is," James said, averting his eyes.

"You don't know who you slept with do you?" Sirius laughed, getting up to answer the door.

"Yea-No," James replied. "Who was she?"

"My friend," said Sirius, opening the door to get their coffees. "Thank you...wait…how did you get here so fast? Nevermind…" James laughed.

"Keep laughing my dumb, little man, "Sirius smirked, grabbing the coffee tray. "You slept with Ms. Lily Evans herself."

"You're full of shit!" James exclaimed as Sirius shut the door.

"On the contrary my little friend, you slept with her and you don't remember," Sirius said, sipping his coffee.

"You mean I slept with Lily Evans and I don't remember it!"

"I believe I just said that."

"What did you do to me? Get me piss drunk and send me over to her?" James yelled, jumping to his feet.

"I believe you got yourself piss drunk and stumbled over to her," Sirius replied, finishing his coffee and starting on another cup.

"Dammit Sirius! And you let me!" James asked pacing.

"Well, Sarah and I were busy dancing, and it wasn't like I thought she'd actually go with you-"

"Thanks," James interrupted.

"I think she was piss drunk as well."

"Oh lovely…" James said, pushing his hair back. "So we were both piss drunk and you let us get a hotel room!"

"What?" Sirius asked defensively. "You would have done the same thing in my position."

"You mean let my best friend make an ass of himself?" James asked sarcastically.

"If it makes you feel better, she probably doesn't remember either…you're comings aren't as long."

"Oh shut up shit head," James shot back.

"All right, I'll shut my sexy ass up, but you better drink your coffee or I will."

"Oh right," said James, picking up his cup and sitting down in a chair.

"Wow James, you're really upset about this…aren't you?" Sirius asked concern in his eyes. He leaned over to pour his third cup of coffee. James nodded.

"Why? Why are you so upset?" Sirius queried.

"What are you? A bloody psychiatrist?" James replied. Sirius smirked.

"You are really pissed…why? Because you don't remember?" Sirius asked, leaning his elbows on his knees. James blushed and muttered an answer. Sirius began to laugh uncontrollably.

"It's not funny," James insisted, hurt.

"Hahahahahaha…yes…it is," Sirius laughed. "Hahahaha…your short-comings…hahahaha!"

"It's not funny!" James said, beginning to snigger. Sirius continued to laugh as James joined in.

"God! You're such an asshole!" James exclaimed between laughs.

"But you wouldn't have me any other way," Sirius replied, pouring himself yet another cup of coffee.

I am not trying to imitate et cetera Ms. Rowling and would like to tell those who try to go to therapy. There is one and only one J.K. Rowling. Period. Thank you for reading my story please tell me what you think.
Iris