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Date: January 24
Status: Private, John, Sirius XD
Setting: A pub in Tadfield
Summary: Sirius learns a thing or two he could've done without knowing



Sirius was getting frustrated. It wasn't that he wasn't happy at Tadfield Manor, but in the past few months it had suddenly become a lot smaller. This was probably Remus' fault. Things had just been so awkward since that one harmless mistletoe kiss and those many, not so harmless, whatever the Hell happeneds on New Year's Eve. He missed his easy friendship with Remus, and all of the jokes and games that he was no longer allowed by some sort of unspoken rule. But Remus wasn't the only thing he missed.

Sirius had decided that the problems he'd been having were the result of sexual frustration. He hadn't had sex in longer than he could remember, and meanwhile he was sharing a bed with a not at all bad looking, gay, available friend-- problems were bound to arise. With this in mind, Sirius gathered some money and left the manor for the local pub. Frankly he was just hoping for some peace and quiet away from anyone who might know him, but he'd also be scanning the room for a potential fuck. He knew Tadfield was probably not the sort of place where he'd find many men willing to go for that sort of thing, although that was what he wanted right now and he was beginning to doubt whether he'd ever really wanted women at all.

He sighed, sat at the bar, and ordered a cheap whiskey, then glanced about to assess his chances.

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Right.

Fuck.

Sirius watched his empty glass throughout John's description, as though willing it to be full again. He nodded as the man spoke, feeling as though he was going to be sick. He winced when John said Remus was probably in pretty dire straights-- that was his own fucking fault for listening when Remus told him he didn't need Sirius to leave him any money in his will-- and then final stood up, left a few coins on the bar to pay for the whiskey, and then walked over to where John was sitting.

"You didn't fuck him, did you?" he growled. Everything about John indicated that he probably knew a thing or two about fighting, but that didn't stop Sirius from doing his best menace.

It may not have been the most practical decision, to kill every one of Remus' clients, but it seemed like the most satisfying at the moment.

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John shook his head. "Nah. Told you, 's not my thing." Right. More than just a friend, then. Or wants to be, anyway. Slick, Constantine, real slick... "And before you ask, I dunno who else, either."

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It was almost too bad. He would have enjoyed an excuse to kill someone right about now.

Instead he nodded. "Right. I have to go. Nice meeting you, then."

With that, he turned and walked out, waiting until he passed the door to break into a run.

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John watched him go, and turned back to his drink with another sigh. Constantine bloody strikes again. I wonder what else (http://community.livejournal.com/outside_omens/14518.html) will go wrong today...