Who: Sirius and James
When: Wee hours of Sunday morning
Where: Biodome
Summary: James had a rough week last week and the observations did not help, so what's a best mate to do? Cause some destruction and break out the booze, of course!
Rating: PG 13?
Warnings: Language/British slang, angst?
He had gathered up all of the booze he had left - well, all except for a single bottle so it could be replicated with magic later but he had an excellent number. It was enough to get both him and James completely smashed and forget just about anything. Sure they'd probably regret it tomorrow morning when they woke up with massive hangovers and possibly an angry mob but Sirius was willing to risk it. After all, it was all for James. He couldn't even count the number of times James had done this for him over the years and honestly Sirius had hoped he'd never have to repay the favor in this manner but here they were.
The bag he had in his hand was larger inside to hold all of the alcohol and he could hear them clink gently against each other as he entered the biodome five minutes after hanging up on his conversation with James after the observations went up. Sirius headed over to his favorite spot beneath a tree to set the bag there for later activities.