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[wolfstar]

MOOD: Pissed about loosing and drunk

OUTFIT: still in quidditch uniform

LOCATION: Gryffindor Common Room

basics

MENTIONS:
asystole.

INT:

tags

TL;DR Drinking cause sore looser time

tl;dr

Sirius Black

"What's Life Without A Little Risk?"

Party time!

It was the aftermath of the latest Quidditch game! A game between Gryffindor and Slytherin…...the two teams at Hogwarts Boarding School that were the houses with the biggest rivalry. They had been neck and neck for most of the season and It was this game that was the absolute turning point of the season! The game that decided the fate of who was going to be in the majority running for the house cup that year! It was an insanely close game….a tie for most of it but the rival team of Slytherin had sneaky gained some extra points right near the end which made them win! It was absolutely the biggest bummer as the entire Gryffindor team was really thinking that they were a shoe in to win this season! What a bloody bummer! God why!


Everyone had already left the field after a quick outburst by none other than Sirius Black who was very known for being quite the Drama Queen! It had been nice weather out for the game at least and despite Gryffindor being the loosing team, The whole team had put out a big fight after the Slytherin team! But they did lose by a few points and the nasty Slytherins were making fun of the other team! Yeah, not so nice folks they were. But not enough to make any of the staff notice them, again quite the bummer! Not groovy at all! But anyways by this point, each team had made it back to their respective common areas. Even though Gryffindor had lost of course, of course their was still going to be a big old party! Winners or not they needed to blow off the steam from loosing of course.

Sirius hadn’t quite made it back to the common area yet having stayed outside kicking the dirt as He smoked a cigarette to try and calm down a bit before rejoining the group again. After about 20 minutes and probably more than a few cigarettes, They let out a small sigh taking their hair out of the ponytail before finally heading back towards the common room. Grumbling a bit under his breath as He walked into the party. Glancing around to see where his fellow teammates and friends were around the room before finally going over himself to go grab one of the beverages from the table they were sitting on. The taste of alcohol burning his throat as He downed the first one….quickly followed by a few more. Before walking away for the moment, Sirius didn’t bloody care at that point just plopping down on the couch running a hand through their hair. Maybe Sirius would spot Moony soon and then they could hopefully get the consoling they needed after that close game but Alas the black haired Gryffindor haven’t spotted the other yet. What a bummer! But before long, and plently of other drinks had been downed to the point you could probably smell it on Sirius' breath! Yucky! But not after long and some unlucky soul who had just lightly bumped into them....but Sirius was definitely the biggest drama queen their was!

" BLOODY WATCH WHERE YOUR GOING YOU LARD!" They seethed towards the unlucky soul who was slightly cowering.

code by valen t.

 

[asystole.]

mood :

wwsd - what wouldn't sirius do? ; still sober

location :

gryffindor common room

outfit :

mentions :

peter, mary

interactions :

sirius wolfstar

lupin ⟡

moony

In all honesty, he should have seen it coming.

Logic was his main state of mind, his fallback when the spontaneity of his surroundings inevitably fell through. Logic was harsh but truthful, plain but all-seeing, providing the only clear answers that always made sense. It was why he was cold, why he was distant, why he was the way he was: logic was his default, and it tended to never fail him in the long run. Yes, he had lost many friends, many opportunities, and many relationships over his personality and the rebuffing friction any conversation with him seemed to provide, but he was in one of the best schools that provided merit scholarships for students who lived as far away as he did, he was at the top of his class, and he had at least four best friends, which was more than he had ever been blessed with in the past. He was not happy, not truly, but when was he ever? He was excelling, and that was all that mattered.

Well, almost all that mattered. It was illogical to care so much about other people when attainable success was laying in front of your eyes, but he still did. He cared enough to be there for every practice, every game, and subsequently every loss. This game was just the same, nestled in the stands as it all played out. He was here for more than just Sirius, of course, Peter needed someone to hold his seat when he went to the bathroom, Mary insisted she couldn't watch the game alone, and James would have his head if he didn't catch one of his best friends cheering his name (call it an inflation of ego).

But Remus was mostly here for Sirius.

Remus spikes his coffee with the smallest bit of vodka to poison the beast of anxiety that harbors inside his chest. It's just enough to get him through a dreadful three hour Quidditch match in which he'll feel inferior to everyone else around him and the disappointment of their home team losing to one bad throw. It was the day of the most high-stakes Quidditch match of the year: Slytherin versus Gryffindor. The lifelong rivalry and scorn of losing wouldn't stop Gryffindor from throwing a party. James, ever the self-declared leader, made Moony swear as he walked off the field that he'd be there. Remus had learned to keep his promises.

The party was in full swing by the time Remus had made it back to the dorms, the common area teeming with students of all years. Everyone before him were talking loudly and drinking heavily. There's too many of them for Remus's taste, he can't really make out what they're saying, but he's sure they're all wondering how the hell he got his face beat to hell to have that many scars. He tries not to dwell on it, excusing himself as he traversed the crowds of people, smiling idly with a grin that never fully seemed to reach his eyes.

"Mooonyyy, you made it!" A voice cheered behind him, a sloshed Peter slamming a clammy hand down on his shoulder. A red solo cup was crumpled in the other, sloshing its contents onto the floor beneath him. The tall brunette grimaced, steeling himself as Peter wobbled in front of him. With breath drunk enough to knock out a sailor, he continued. "Where's Pads? You seen 'em? Walked off the field screaming 'is head off. Plum crazy, that Pads."

"Oi, Pete, lay off the juice for the next fortnight," Remus blinks at him, and in his better judgement, wrestles Wormtail's cup away from him with not so much as a fight (one Remus would win regardless). Remus is already regretting this. "Try and take a drink of water for me, too. Go to bed." He answers, voice scratchy, words dripping heavy with exhaustion. Still clutching Peter's drink, Remus wades further into the crowd, looking over the crowd for a familiar dark-haired beater. It wasn't hard to spot Sirius in a crowd, Remus had learned over the years. With a veil of dark hair and a voice that seemed to carry for miles, Remus knew Sirius better than they knew themself. Amidst a sea of voices, he was unmistakable.

In an instant, Peter's question was answered, Sirius's voice carrying over from the far side of the room. Remus followed the sound, wide eyes falling onto a more-than-tipsy Sirius still in their Quidditch uniform. The poor combination of cigarettes and alcohol made the brunette's nose crinkle, eyes befalling the poor student stupid enough to step in his way. Tall enough to poke their head over the shoulder of the student in front of him, Remus asked, "What's all this then? Sorry about them, sore loser Pads is." He said with a chuckle, taking a sip of the beer left in Peter's cup. Bloody sin for ale to taste this bad, if you asked him.

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[wolfstar]

MOOD: Pissed about loosing and drunk

OUTFIT: still in quidditch uniform

LOCATION: Gryffindor Common Room

basics

MENTIONS:
asystole.

INT:

tags

TL;DR Drinking cause sore looser time

tl;dr

Sirius Black

"What's Life Without A Little Risk?"

Sirius was just glaring harshly at the poor student that had crossed paths with them not in the mood to deal with others from the match. Losing always was tough…..And Sirius wasn't the best at it. A bit too proud if you will. When the student glanced up at Remus with a nod, thankful the only person who knew had to handle Sirius had come to their rescue before scurring away without another peep.



Taking another swing of the alcohol. Mercury colored eyes slowly looked up at meet Amber. Placing the cup down somewhere before moving to tottle over to the other embracing him in a tight hug with a soft giggle. “ Mooonnnnyyyy” They mumbled glancing up at him. “ Why you gotta be so cruel!” He whined about being called a sore loser. Hugging him tightly just drunkenly smiling at him. Drunk or not Sirius had always been clingy onto Remus that was like a known fact. Probably the only person to get away with it too.



Most assumed they were a couple anyhow….but they were just very close friends…


Yeah! They are! Even if James was supposedly Sirius closest friend….honestly Remus knew more than James did at times. Sirius knew Remus would understand. Anxiety was a beast all on its own after all. Lips easily curled up into a smile around the other. Sirius had always been more than fond of Remus but that was something He had always kept to himself even though it was painfully obvious to like everyone..



“ Did you see how bloody close that game was Moony?!....Why did those damn snakes have to do that at the end….” They grumbled with a huff. “ i had some really good quips to give at the end if we won ya know!” Sirius complained burying their face into Remus' shoulder for the moment just happily breathing him in. Always a comforting presence for him. Which Sirius was forever grateful for.



After a short period of time, They finally let go of the brunette stretching a little bit before grabbing his hand with a grin. “ C'mon Moony! Let's go get into one of the games they got going on here “ Sirius chimed softly. Very much still tipsy. Dragging Remus towards one of the fun party games going on glancing back at him with a grin.


That was until He heard a snide comment from some of the jerkier members of the house comment about the hand holding. Turning their Mercury gaze in that direction. “ Oh? You don't like that huh? You bloody imbeciles don't get any attention yourselves huh? Grow a pair and maybe ya will” He chided with an eyeroll and put their free hand on their hip and stuck out their tongue at them before continuing to drag Moony to the game.

code by valen t.