*Remus is out for a walk, so Sirius is home alone, and he answers the door expecting Remus--maybe he forgot his keys, that's why he's knocking?--but he looks through the peephole and finds a less-bedraggled-than-should-be-allowed Rose. It takes almost a full minute to undo all the wards, despite how often he does it. When the door swings open, he's still smiling, if a bit bemused, and he waves her in. He can guess what this is about well enough.*
Evening. Want a drink? I was just about to fix myself one.
*He shuts the door, knits the wards back together much faster than he managed to undo them, and moves to the kitchen. He speaks over the sound of cabinets and glasses.*
You look good, considering. If it were me I'd still be in bed.
*She's had a lot of practice, but she's not telling him that. She lays her purse on the coffee table and takes a chair, absently running a hand along their cat's spine when she comes to investigate.*
*She relaxes a little at confirmation that Remus isn't around. The animosity between them is purely one-way, but she still doesn't really want to do this in front of him.
Taking a sip and settling back in the armchair, she gives Sirius a small, teasing smile, but it's a bit worn at the edges.*
It was only a handful of times and she is a lunatic, and it was years ago. I barely knew her name when it was happening, and I didn't even recognize her with that hair and those tights. All I have very unpleasant memories of very unpleasant bites in very unpleasant places. I just wanted to make sure she hasn't moved on to actually eating whomever she decides she's going to knock on the head and drag to bed with her.
*He's not going to help her out, she realizes. Well. She deserves that. She's always hated apologizing, but sucks it up and purses her lips a little, giving her glass a look, before making herself go on.*
S'alright. Hell, I know I'm not the best at dealing with my own shit. You're just dealing with yours. Probably don't want to try that grabbing-my-beltloops thing again though. I know my jeans are tough to resist but you'll just have to try.
*Her frown crosses into something more genuinely upset. It's not that he's off-limits; he's been inexplicably off-limits for years now, and she doesn't get why, but it's fine. He's a friend, and he was a good fuck-buddy, but it's not as though she's wildly in love with him. No, what's bad is the visuals, the fact of how very very carried away she got last night, and how little she'd cared at the time. Flirting is on par for her, with Sirius. Getting like that isn't, and she doesn't want to think about what could happen if Damien found out.*
I know. I was just...really fucked up, it won't happen again.
*But there's no great degree of certainty in her voice, and she can't look at him.*
Evening. Want a drink? I was just about to fix myself one.
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Lucky timing. Thanks.
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You look good, considering. If it were me I'd still be in bed.
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*She's had a lot of practice, but she's not telling him that. She lays her purse on the coffee table and takes a chair, absently running a hand along their cat's spine when she comes to investigate.*
Charms are a girl's best friend. Where's Lupin?
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*He returns, handing over a glass filled with a generous amount of scotch and takes his own seat.*
I haven't heard from Fabian. I trust your friend isn't going to actually eat him, right? I shouldn't be putting in a missing persons report?
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Taking a sip and settling back in the armchair, she gives Sirius a small, teasing smile, but it's a bit worn at the edges.*
Like you don't remember exactly what he's in for.
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It was only a handful of times and she is a lunatic, and it was years ago. I barely knew her name when it was happening, and I didn't even recognize her with that hair and those tights. All I have very unpleasant memories of very unpleasant bites in very unpleasant places. I just wanted to make sure she hasn't moved on to actually eating whomever she decides she's going to knock on the head and drag to bed with her.
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Aw. Poor teenage you, just in a flurry of girls. That's rough. You never minded when I'd bite.
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*Sirius mutters this into his glass and takes a sip, as if to purge the thought.*
Anyway.
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*She's still smiling into her drink, but it flags after a few seconds of silence.*
...Look...Sirius, about last night.
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...I was way out of line. I'm sorry.
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S'alright. Hell, I know I'm not the best at dealing with my own shit. You're just dealing with yours. Probably don't want to try that grabbing-my-beltloops thing again though. I know my jeans are tough to resist but you'll just have to try.
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I know. I was just...really fucked up, it won't happen again.
*But there's no great degree of certainty in her voice, and she can't look at him.*
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I don't flatter myself that all that is just about me, or just about the Order. Come on. Out with it.
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You already called me on it last night, that it wasn't the first time I've done shit like that.
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