The Characters: Hestia Jones, and Sirius Black
The Inspiration: We might be laughing a bit too loud / Aw, but that never hurt no one
The Rating: K+
The Disclaimer: As much as I would love to say it, I don't own this song, or these characters etc.
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(dance)
Sirius Black, roaring with laughter, downed another shot of Firewhiskey, his eyes wild. Hestia Jones hid behind her fat textbook, and watched him with wide eyes.
He threw his cards down, shouting at the other players "Full house! Full house! Drink up!"
"Rum night this," complained James Potter, Sirius's right hand. "I haven't won a single game!"
"S'alright, Prongsie! We'll put on some music, then." And with that, the players scrambled for the record player, cards fluttering in their wake. A debate ensued, over which record to play. The debaters narrowed it down to two records, and finished it off with a coin toss.
Hestia sunk deeper into her armchair as Sirius passed her, and sniffed the air where he had been. Ahh, there was the scent of manhood in it's prime.
The music blared suddenly from the speakers, and she dropped her book in her haste to cover her ears. How could anyone think with this racket?
But she stayed. She stayed to watch his body move in time to the music, hair flying as his eyes closed in bliss. He had won the coin toss, as Billy Joel was assaulting her eardrums.
"ONLY THE GOOD DIE YOUNG!" the dancers screamed.
Every female teenager with a pulse had their eyes on Sirius as the songs changed. They knew which song was coming.
"She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes, she can ruin your faith with her casual lies…"
Dancers converged, and the groups split into couples. Sirius was still alone as he wandered through the mess of armchairs.
"Come on, Hestia," he said, extending a hand to her. "Come and dance with me."