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goddess.
Notes: Ok...I kinda claimed this would all be sopped up in this chapter...It turns out Sirius and Remus have a bit more to work over. Maybe the third one will be the last one. Ach...poor boys.
"Twenty-one...Twenty-two...Twenty-thr..." Remus glared at the light-eyed man sitting across from him.
"I know for a fact, Sirius Black, that you do not need to be counting aloud."
"Twenty-four..."
"Sirius! That's horribly distracting!"
"Twenty-five..."
"You aren't even looking at what you're doing."
"Twenty-s-s-six..."
"Oh, now I know you're teasing me."
"Twe-twenty-s-s-seven..."
"Stop it! Just count them!"
"Twenty-eight...Wait..."
"I told you should have watched what you were doing."
"Bah. I lost count."
"Twenty-nine comes next."
"Great Godric! What do you take me for?"
"An idiot."
"I suppose you aren't too off in that presumption."
"I wouldn't think I was."
"Bah." Sirius dropped the cards he'd been holding. He'd have to start counting over again. This would be the sixth time. It was time for a drink.
Sirius heaved himself up from his chair and shuffled over to the cabinets, kicking Kreacher out of the way as he did so. The house elf grumbled pathetically about being mistreated and how Sirius was such a failure and whatnot...In other words, nothing new. Remus glared at the house elf and motioned for him to leave a bit quicker, not liking the ominous feeling in the pit of his belly.
A bottle of firewhiskey was extracted from the cabinet and before Sirius had finished grabbing his own glass, Remus requested one for himself. Sirius turned a confused look upon the lycanthrope, and then shrugged lightly to himself. He'd never known Remus to be much of a drinker; though being a lycanthrope, he knew Remus could hold his alcohol well. It'd always surprised him that Remus had never been half the drinker James and he were. He had always mused that Remus found James and he far too amusing when drunk to want to miss 'the show,' as Lily had once called it.
When he returned to his seat, he set the two glasses down and filled them halfway. "That's quite a lot of whiskey."
"I don't plan on drinking for the taste."
"Have you ever?"
"No. Do you?"
"Occasionally." To Sirius's surprise, Remus downed the lot of his drink. "I think I'm going to need more than that."
"No doubt...at that rate, I'll need another bottle."
"Twenty-nine...Thirty..."
"Now, now, Remus, no reason to count aloud."
"It doesn't bother you like it bothers me."
"I'm far too much of an idiot. You always were twice my strength intelligence-wise." Sirius cautiously raised a hand, idly dragging a finger down Remus' cheek.
Remus flinched, dropping all the cards he'd been holding. "Damnit. Now I'll have to start again."
"Do you remember that night sixth year?"
"I try to forget it every day of my life."
"Y-you...do?" Sirius' gaze followed Remus as he collected up all the cards and restacked them neatly. Was it his imagination, or was Remus avoiding his eye?
"Yes, Sirius. I do."
"Was it really that bad?"
Remus sighed softly. "No. I just...I wasn't ready. I hardly understood my own feelings for you..."
"Oh Godric..." Sirius moaned softly. "Why did you let me do that?"
"It wasn't like I didn't try to make you stop. You seemed far too caught up in what you were doing...I don't think you even noticed."
"Of course I wouldn't...I'm such an idiot...worse. I should've..." Sirius stood abruptly, abandoning his drink and the bottle of whiskey to hurry from the kitchen.
Remus let his gaze settle on the bottle of whiskey. For moments, stomach roiling emotions seemed the only thing to make a disturbance in the room. Anger, pain, sorrow, regret...Sirius hadn't known what he'd done had been unwanted? What did this mean?
Notes: Ok...I kinda claimed this would all be sopped up in this chapter...It turns out Sirius and Remus have a bit more to work over. Maybe the third one will be the last one. Ach...poor boys.
"Twenty-one...Twenty-two...Twenty-thr..." Remus glared at the light-eyed man sitting across from him.
"I know for a fact, Sirius Black, that you do not need to be counting aloud."
"Twenty-four..."
"Sirius! That's horribly distracting!"
"Twenty-five..."
"You aren't even looking at what you're doing."
"Twenty-s-s-six..."
"Oh, now I know you're teasing me."
"Twe-twenty-s-s-seven..."
"Stop it! Just count them!"
"Twenty-eight...Wait..."
"I told you should have watched what you were doing."
"Bah. I lost count."
"Twenty-nine comes next."
"Great Godric! What do you take me for?"
"An idiot."
"I suppose you aren't too off in that presumption."
"I wouldn't think I was."
"Bah." Sirius dropped the cards he'd been holding. He'd have to start counting over again. This would be the sixth time. It was time for a drink.
Sirius heaved himself up from his chair and shuffled over to the cabinets, kicking Kreacher out of the way as he did so. The house elf grumbled pathetically about being mistreated and how Sirius was such a failure and whatnot...In other words, nothing new. Remus glared at the house elf and motioned for him to leave a bit quicker, not liking the ominous feeling in the pit of his belly.
A bottle of firewhiskey was extracted from the cabinet and before Sirius had finished grabbing his own glass, Remus requested one for himself. Sirius turned a confused look upon the lycanthrope, and then shrugged lightly to himself. He'd never known Remus to be much of a drinker; though being a lycanthrope, he knew Remus could hold his alcohol well. It'd always surprised him that Remus had never been half the drinker James and he were. He had always mused that Remus found James and he far too amusing when drunk to want to miss 'the show,' as Lily had once called it.
When he returned to his seat, he set the two glasses down and filled them halfway. "That's quite a lot of whiskey."
"I don't plan on drinking for the taste."
"Have you ever?"
"No. Do you?"
"Occasionally." To Sirius's surprise, Remus downed the lot of his drink. "I think I'm going to need more than that."
"No doubt...at that rate, I'll need another bottle."
"Twenty-nine...Thirty..."
"Now, now, Remus, no reason to count aloud."
"It doesn't bother you like it bothers me."
"I'm far too much of an idiot. You always were twice my strength intelligence-wise." Sirius cautiously raised a hand, idly dragging a finger down Remus' cheek.
Remus flinched, dropping all the cards he'd been holding. "Damnit. Now I'll have to start again."
"Do you remember that night sixth year?"
"I try to forget it every day of my life."
"Y-you...do?" Sirius' gaze followed Remus as he collected up all the cards and restacked them neatly. Was it his imagination, or was Remus avoiding his eye?
"Yes, Sirius. I do."
"Was it really that bad?"
Remus sighed softly. "No. I just...I wasn't ready. I hardly understood my own feelings for you..."
"Oh Godric..." Sirius moaned softly. "Why did you let me do that?"
"It wasn't like I didn't try to make you stop. You seemed far too caught up in what you were doing...I don't think you even noticed."
"Of course I wouldn't...I'm such an idiot...worse. I should've..." Sirius stood abruptly, abandoning his drink and the bottle of whiskey to hurry from the kitchen.
Remus let his gaze settle on the bottle of whiskey. For moments, stomach roiling emotions seemed the only thing to make a disturbance in the room. Anger, pain, sorrow, regret...Sirius hadn't known what he'd done had been unwanted? What did this mean?