A/N: Hey y'all! Just a quick KingsleySirius drabble. Muggle!AU
Word Count: 409
WARNINGS: Language
Enjoy!
Sirius dragged a hand through his hair and wondered, not for the first time, whether he could get away from the bar without James noticing.
"Stop fidgeting," James hissed at him. "The bloke's almost here; he's just texted me."
"I don't do blind dates," Sirius growled, but the familiar phrase had lost its bite by now. "I dunno why you set this up."
James didn't look up from his mobile as he responded. "Because I'm bloody tired of you moping, that's why. So're Remus and Peter."
Sirius didn't even bother protesting. He adjusted his leather jacket and tried to keep from being nervous. James had the worst taste in men, being straight; Remus and Peter were much better at figuring out his type. Sirius was half-afraid that some stiff law student was about to walk through the doors, or worse—a friend of Lily's.
Then, barely audible over the music playing, Sirius heard the low rumble of a motorbike. He glanced out the window to see a man pull up to the curb and step gracefully off the bike. Sirius sent a longing look in the man's direction, then turned back to James.
But to his surprise, James was looking at the biker, too.
"He's here, then. My cue to go."
"Wait." Sirius grabbed his friend's jacket sleeve, his grey eyes wide. "The bloke. He's the one on the bike?"
James pushed up his glasses. "Well, obviously. I wouldn't just pick someone off the street, you know. He's one of my coworkers, and I thought you two might get along."
Sirius bit his lip, pulling on the silver ring there with his teeth. "Fuck. Thank you. He's coming, so go."
James made an indignant noise, but Sirius' attention was fixed on the man who'd just come inside. Tall, dark skin, fantastic black eyes—
"Hullo. You must be my date tonight." The man had reached their table and stuck a hand out; Sirius grinned slowly and stood, accepting the offer of this man's hand.
"I should hope so." He took in the bloke's white T-shirt and jeans—not the lawyer type, then, but not quite as bold as Sirius. "I'm Sirius Black."
"Kingsley Shacklebolt."
Sirius slowly sank back down in his seat, his eyes never leaving Kingsley's. If the man turned his head just so, his gold earring glinted; Sirius was quickly becoming addicted.
"Pleasure to meet you, Kingsley. Fancy a drink?"
Kingsley raised a brow but sat down. "I'd love one."