A mysterious stranger and a drunk
Sirius
Sirius loved to party.
It was what he considered to be one of his most dazzling traits.
However, with the partying then came the drinking. And soon enough one shot became three and three became five and well you can probably guess the rest.
It wasn’t until Sirius had hopped up on one of the bar’s tables singing and swaying along to Telephone by Gaga, did he figure he should probably cut himself off from drinking for the rest of the night.
So he had one too many drinks, so what? Sue the man! He had a lot to celebrate, seeing as how he had finally opened up his own record shop with of his best mates, Marlene.
He wanted to go out and celebrate the victorious moment surrounded by his family and he was. But bars tended to be a little too noisy even for his liking and he needed some proper food along with air since the alcohol was making him a tad bit nauseous.
Which cuts to him now. Sirius had told his friends he’d be off venturing into the dark of night and in turn, received a plethora of slurred good lucks and be careful. So now there he was, wandering the extremely late streets of London in search of some food of substance and getting some air while he was at it. No offense to bar food, but it wasn’t exactly gourmet or cutting it. All he had done was sit down momentarily to catch his breath in the cold when he was approached suddenly.
Don’t get him wrong, usually, Sirius didn’t mind striking up a conversation with a random unsuspecting stranger, but right now the nauseating part of drinking was catching up with him even faster and he was starting to get a bit hangry. So he replied like any normal person would in his situation.
“Listen mate, I may look like a helpless fool but I can still kick your ass. So don’t even try and attempt to fuck with me” Sirius said rolling his eyes, not even looking up from where he was currently sitting on the curb. Was it a great response? Not by any means. Did he care at the moment? Also a no.
”Excuse me? I was planning to ask if you were going to sit out here all night in the cold doing God knows what, or if you wanted to take an actual fighting chance against the frostbite and join me for a later supper. But seeing as how you’re doing quite alright for yourself, I’ll be on my way.” the mysterious man replied, turning from Sirius and walking away.
“Wait!” Sirius called out as he scrambled to get up.
Normally in any regular (and sober) situation, Sirius would gratefully decline and remain where he was. But this wasn’t any regular situation. Not when one man clad in a grandfather jumper was offering you his hand on a cold evening’s night. With spectacular smelling food might he add.
So Sirius did what any non-sensible person would do. He took the stranger up on his offer and together they started to make their way back to a little flat not more than a block away
As they were walking Sirius couldn’t help himself, “I apologize for my earlier behavior. It’s been a long night of celebrating and I believe it has gotten the best of me.”
”I can smell that.” the man chuckled, “but don’t worry, I make my living off of helping damsels in distress.” he winked.
If the stranger’s voice wasn’t enough to render Sirius speechless, that comment sure was. And with that final word, the two continued to what Sirius hoped wasn’t some unsuspecting ditch in the middle of nowhere.
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After making their way to their destination, Sirius was panting like a dog without water.
That little walk the two had felt more like a trip across a desert than a trip across a few streets. Going this long without anything to quench his parched predicament, wasn’t boding so well with Sirius.
But the man next to him, seemed to be doing very fine for himself.
No sooner had the two crossed the threshold of the home, had Sirius nearly collapsed due to dehydration. The man barely gave him a second glance as he started to busy himself with making what Sirius could only guess was tea.
“Are you always this dramatic?” the man said, turning from the kettle in front of him.
“Yes, but I turn it up a notch on weekends. For entertainment purposes that is.” Sirius called out from the floor.
“Oh, of course, I would expect anything less. However if you’re done with your current theatrical dramatics, dinner is ready.”
The man barely had time to finish his sentence before Sirius was leaping up and joining him at the small dining table.
“Hungry are we?” the man asked, taking a seat across from Sirius.
“Famished. This wouldn’t be poisoned by any chance, would it? I mean I wouldn’t mind but I would at least like to make some final goodbyes beforehand.” Sirius asked while poking at the food.
The man looked up before replying, “If I were going to murder you, I wouldn’t go through all this trouble. Also, I hope you’re not allergic to anything.”
”Oh good to know.” Sirius said, clearing his throat. Poisonous or not, the food did smell delicious.
“It’s not much, but I do hope you enjoy Chinese takeout.” the man said, getting up and placing a cup of tea in front of Sirius.
“Takeout is quite alright, thank you. Not only for this but also for the hospitality. I promise I have much better manners when I’m sober.”
”It’s no trouble really, I always order more than I can eat anyway. Not to mention I was supposed to be accompanied by some friends of mine this evening but they bailed last minute. So there is more than enough, please dig in.”
And with that, the two dug in, aimlessly chatting the night and early morning away.
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When Sirius finally comes to, he finds himself in a strange room that he has not had the pleasure of gracing himself with before and many many missed calls from one James Fleamont Potter.
His head was pounding and the light coming through the blinds wasn’t helping his case either.
Not to mention he couldn’t call back and tell his mate he was fine of course because like an idiot, he didn’t charge his phone before going out the night prior and was now running on a whopping three percent.
Confused about where he is, Sirius swung his fully clothed legs off the bed in search of some answers, hopefully a phone charger, and the food he was currently smelling through the cracked door.
What he didn’t expect on his little expedition, was to wind up being face to face, well more like face to back, with a quite tall man whose back was littered with an enormous amount of scars and who was currently humming to himself while cooking something on the stove in front of him.
Well at least that explains the smell of food he was experiencing earlier.
Trying to shake whatever he was feeling off, Sirius cleared his throat alerting the man in front of him.
”Oh god you’re as quiet as a cat.” the man said turning towards Sirius.
You would think the scars on his face would be his most defining and noticeable trait, but it wasn't. At least it wasn’t to Sirius. What had originally caught his eyes first were the man’s eyes.
His eyes reminded Sirius of a nice shot of expresso that he had the pleasure of taking after a particularly tiring day. It was apparent his blatant ogling had been caught if the apparent smirk on the stranger’s face was anything to go off of.
When Sirius finally remembered what words were and formed enough of a coherent sentence he said, “I’m more of a dog person actually.”, like a fucking lame ass. If he wasn’t in front of company, he would’ve more than likely bashed his head on the table repeatedly.
“Oh. Well it’s a good think you’re up anyhow. I was starting to believe you were dead after our conversation last night.”
”I’m sorry not to be brash but who are you? I woke up with little to no recollection of what happened last night and my phone’s is as about dead as a doorknob.” After this whole ordeal, Sirius was going to have to stop drinking so much. It wasn’t doing so well for his mental.
”Damn, and here I was thinking you remembered the passionate kiss we shared in the moonlight like a fool. Shame on me.”
Oh god who is Sirius kidding. He was probably going to start drinking right after this conversation if what the bloke in front of him was said to be true.
”I’m kidding, I’m kidding. You can close your mouth now. You’ll catch flies if you don’t,” the man said starting to plate some food, “and If you’re so worried about last night well I can tell you for guarantee that all we did is share some takeout after I picked your drunken ass up off the curb. You’re welcome by the way.”
”Oh. Well, that’s a very plausible scenario if the pounding headache is anything to go off of, and thank you. For everything, really.”
”Like I had told you previously, I have a thing for helping damsels in distress much like yourself. I haven’t had the time to properly introduce myself, I’m Re-“
In any normal case, this is the part where Sirius hears the stranger’s name, they have a lovely conversation, and even become great lifelong mates later down the road. But this isn’t any normal case (not to mention Sirius isn’t normal himself), and Sirius is still tracing those scars with his eyes and getting lost in the man’s gaze. So Sirius interrupts the man before he gets the chance.
“I’m truly sorry, but I really should be going now. My friends must be extremely worried. I appreciate the hospitality you have shown me and for not killing me in the wee hours but I must be going.” Sirius says, turning away from the man and nearly sprinting on his way out while picking up his boots.
”Wait but-!”
Sirius didn’t hear the last bit of what the man said, seeing as how he was already out the door and running his way towards James’s flat in the early morning.