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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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John occasionally liked to come out to the pub in Tadfield just for a change of scenery and a break from the usual (and of late, unusual) goings-on. It shouldn't come as a surprise that another Manor resident would be in the same habit.

He knew well enough the look of a bloke on the prowl, having been said bloke on numerous occasions, so in spite of the matter of the hexed mistletoe still to be addressed, he didn't immediately greet Sirius when he caught sight of him at the bar. He just took a seat a few stools down and ordering a g'n't. They didn't stock Glenlivet, and he'd been put off his beer by recent events.

If the stick-wielding ladies' man* was looking to score a real prize around this place, though, he was likely to be disappointed. Lower Tadfield boasted slim pickings unless you were looking for your basic wholesome-girl-next-door type to settle down and raise a crop of sprogs with.

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*Well, that was the impression John had got, coming across him in a state of liplock with Pepper before Christmas.