Title: Choose
Rating: T
Pairing(s)/Character(s): Remus/Sirius
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em - not making any money off 'em. Dern it.
Word Count: 566
Summary: Remus's pride and jealousy gets in the way.

Notes:

The OTP Boot Camp Competition: Round 2 - THEME - Angst - Relationships are hard. Period. It's not always going to be sunshine and rainbows! When the going gets tough, that's when will see how strong the relationship is. Location – Bar

100 Word Prompt Collection Challenge: Prompt - 2. Obscene

Greek Mythology Category Competition: Arachne - Write about pride as a downfall

Pokemon Trading Card Collection Challenge: Gurdurr- Silver - Write about a witch or wizard who doesn't want to go on to do a normal wizarding career, but instead wants to do something more mundane, such as working in construction.

The Ten Pairings Challenge v2: Remus/Sirius

Remus shook his hand as he watched Sirius work behind the bar. He didn't understand why his lover wanted to work at this place so much. He could have been an Auror or Quidditch player. He could have even worked at the Ministry if he wanted to, but he chose a job some magical people would consider boring.

And Remus hated Sirius having this particular job. His amber eyes narrowed on a woman who made obscene gestures, ones that were combined with sultry looks. He clenched his hands into fists as Sirius outrageously flirted with the brunette slut.

Did Sirius even care that he was flirting with someone right in front of his boyfriend?

Remus gritted his teeth when a man joined the pair, a tanned hand reaching out to playfully yank on Sirius's curly black hair.

Sirius's hearty laughter did it for Remus, and the werewolf marched over to the way too comfortable trio.

"Do you mind if I interrupt?" Remus asked, a phony smile pasted on his face.

The woman smirked. "I actually do mind, so go away. We're busy."

Remus glared at the woman. "Well, sorry to tell you, but I don't really care if you mind. I would like to talk to my boyfriend alone." He made sure to stress 'boyfriend,' but the guy and girl both didn't seem to care that Sirius was taken.

In fact, all they did was throw triumphent looks at Remus as they sauntered away from the bar.

"Jealous, Moony?" Sirius asked, a teasing lift to his voice.

"Very," Remus growled. "I'm sorry that I don't feel like watching my boyfriend flirt with everything that moves."

"I'm just working," Sirius defended himself, his eyes losing some of the joyfulness.

"I thought your work was cleaning the bar and making drinks. Where in the job description does it say you should flirt with the customers?"

Sirius leaned closer to Remus, so no one would overhear them. "I'm supposed to make it so customers want to come back, so I am doing my job. You need to relax. It's just flirting. It doesn't mean anything."

"Maybe not to you, but it does to me. It's disrespectful to me, especially when I'm being forced to watch the show. And the ones you flirt with think it means something. And I want it to stop. Better yet, I want you out of this job. You're better than this."

Sirius rolled his eyes. "I like this job, and I'm not quitting just because you're unhappy about me flirting while working. You need to trust me and know that it's never going to go beyond harmless flirting. If you can't trust me—trust us—then we won't work. So tell me. Do you trust me?"

Remus straightened his spine. Trust? This wasn't about trust. It was about respect. "Let me ask this. Me or the job. Which one do you choose?"

"Remus, I love you, but I also love the job. And I never thought I'd find a job that I love. I don't want to lose you, but I won't quit, so I guess what happens to us is totally up to you. I'm sorry."

Remus swallowed. "I guess I've got my answer."

He turned around and walked out of the bar without looking back. His pride wouldn't let him look back. Sirius made his decision, and Remus made his own decision.