Happily NEVER After

Wolfstar – Drunk

Remus was a very confused, very startled, and very uneasily shaken young man. Very confused by his sexuality, very startled by his sudden feelings toward one of his best friends, and very much not shaken by any of this. He had read about these things happening to teenagers in books, he wasn't concerned.

Hell, he was a werewolf. Not like he was going to pass on his genetic code anyway.

Despite his confusion and startledness, he was happy. All because of truth or dare. It may sound strange to some, but truth or dare was Remus's best friend.

The following evening, the Marauders' game of truth or dare got a little rowdy, drunk and out of hand…

Twelve hours prior…

"I'll pass you the bottle if you say dare, Moony!" Sirius goaded the werewolf, who was far too sober for his friend's games.

"There is no point to your silly game, Padfoot, now hand me the bottle," Remus growled.

"Only if you say you'll play," replied the ever-childish Sirius. With a groan, Remus nodded, snatching the bottle from his giddy friend's hand.

"This game again, Padfoot?" groaned James from the common room couch. "Must we?"

"I actually like it…" muttered Peter, though he was never one to go against the crowd.

"You're not nearly drunk enough to justify that statement," grumbled James, taking the cup of butterbeer from the smaller boy and exchanging it for a firewhiskey.

"Moonyyyyyyyyyyyyy!" yelled Sirius. Remus would have shushed him, but it was Christmas break and no one was around anyway. "Truth or dare!"

"Dare, I suppose. You'll make me do one anyway," the logical boy grumbled, taking a swig of firewhiskey directly from the bottle.

"Okay, then I dare you to climb on top of this table and sing me a muggle pop song!"

Remus facepalmed. "You are so childish sometimes, Sirius," he stated, but being a marauder, he still climbed upon the table. Marauders never backed down from their dares.

Clearing his throat, Remus sang, "Heartbreakers gonna break, break, break, break, break and the fakers gonna fake, fake, fake, fake, fake, but baby I'm just gonna shake, shake, shake, shake, shake. Shake it off."

Sirius began to shake himself, namely his hips. "You're good at this Moony!"

Getting down from the table, Moony cringed. "So help me Merlin, none of you will ever broadcast that memory."

"No worries there," said James in disgust. "Sirius shaking his hips to your terrible singing is not something I can unsee."

"I think I'm offended?" stated Remus jokingly.

"Nope!" said Sirius, giving his hips one more roll before turning expectantly to Remus. "Dare me, oh please please please!"

"James, truth or dare?" Remus said, ignoring Sirius' sad puppy dog eyes as only a pro could.

"Oh, truth I suppose," he said.

"Will you ever give up your chase on Lily? She did literally hex your balls off last week, you know. Might be time to take a hint, as Madame Pomfrey suggested," said Remus, completely seriously.

"One must never give up on true love!" shouted James valiantly, beating his breast with his half-empty bottle of firewhiskey.

Sirius snickered. "Oh yes, we're so convinced. Now pick me!"

"I want a turn…" mumbled Peter. Sirius glared at him.

"Hush, or he'll pick you! My turn!"

"Fine then Sirius, truth or dare?"

"Dare, my valiant friend."

"Kiss Remus. On the mouth," said James with a devilish grin.

Sirius grinned a devilish grin at his best friend before turning on his other best friend. Remus had visibly paled.

"James, I really don't find this a necessary or proper dare," he said hesitantly.

"Pucker up, Moony," laughed James. "It's about time you had your first kiss. Fifteen is far too old to be a lip virgin."

"Marauders never back down from dares, Moony," rationalized Sirius, before quickly leaning down and pecking Remus on the lips. "Not so bad, was it."

Remus shook his head and picked up his book. "You all play, I'm done with this nonsense."

Burying himself in his book, Remus tried to forget the little kiss. But he couldn't. It was something he would never forget, something as simple as a kiss from his best friend.

Time ticked by and James and Peter went off to bed. Sirius lagged behind, drunk out of his mind and singing the muggle song Remus had sung earlier. Picking Remus' book out of his hands, Sirius flopped on top of his friend.

Remus was rather unshaken, used to his friend's antics. "I was reading that, you know."

He really wasn't. Remus was drunk and thinking about the man now laying on top of him. But even drunk, Remus knew Sirius didn't need to know that.

"No you weren't, I was watching you," said Sirius. "Your eyes didn't move."

"How unusually observant," replied Remus.

"I'm just full of surprises. Want another one?" said Sirius excitedly.

Remus rolled his eyes. "If you insist."

With Remus' words of consent to a surprise, Sirius molded his lips on top of his friend's and initiated what quickly turned into a drunk, hot and heavy make-out session. Peter, who hadn't fallen asleep, wandered back downstairs to find them. Their kissing broke apart at the smaller boy's squeak.

"My eyes! Cannot unsee!" Peter had yelled, running back up the stairs. That pretty much instantly killed the mood.

When the two went to bed (in their own separate beds, mind you), Remus could still feel Sirius' lips on his own. Remus knew that he would not be forgetting that anytime soon.

Present…

After a cold shower to clear away his hangover, Remus headed down to the common room to meet the rest of his friends. He had overslept slightly and was the last to use the shower that morning. When he arrived, Sirius was talking animatedly with James.

"But really, have you seen the ass on that girl?" Sirius was saying. Remus' heady, happy mood plummeted instantly. "I know she stayed in the castle this break but spends all her time in the library, the shy little Hufflepuff. She would be an amazing shag."

"She's so quiet though," observed James. "You typically are one to broadcast your endeavors to the entire castle." Could Sirius really not remember the previous night? Peter certainly wasn't speaking up to tell him.

Sirius snorted. "I've shagged more girls than you know. Ready for breakfast, Moony?" With the causality of the statement, Remus knew for a fact that Sirius was too drunk the previous night to remember anything after Remus had left the game.

Remus was crushed, heartbroken, but not easily shaken. Putting on a brave face, Remus grinned. "Only if they have chocolate-chip waffles."

The four laughed, oblivious to the pain that one was going through. Remus was a drunk unremembered, one-night-stand of a kiss. He tried to move on, but the previous night was one that he could not unthink. Images of Sirius ran through his head as he thought of how unattainable his best friend was to him, especially of Sirius' interpretive dance of the song "Shake it off." So many things were running through Remus' head.

Though he put on a brave face, there were too many things he could not unsee.

A/N Written for the Happily NEVER After challenge on the HPFC forum, as well as the Variegated Agate competition (also on the same forum). Enjoy! (Or don't, your choice). Also, if you don't already, give me a follow on tumblr at wolfmoonwrites to keep up with what I'm working on, writing, and what's being posted as it happens (along with sneak peeks of new chapters and requesting abilities for stories free of charge). See you on the flip side and thank you for reading!