Sirius is typing…
Sirius
Remus: Hey
Sirius: Hey. I was typing first.
Remus: I noticed. But you were taking a while. Decided to help out :)
Sirius: well this is ruined already.
Remus: Didn’t mean to upset you. Can we start over? I’m just a fast typer.
Sirius: Fine. How are you?
Remus: Really? That’s all you have?
Sirius: i’m trying to save this conversation. Stop being a knob.
Remus: Fine. I’m fabulous. You?
Sirius: Been better. Met this cute guy at a bar, but he’s kinda dry on messages. Not sure it’s going to work out.
Remus: Very funny.
Remus is distracted from this interesting conversation when James starts typing.
James
James: Bonjour.
Remus. Urgh
James: So poetic
James: glad i spent my break from work texting my best friend who’s so happy to hear from me.
Remus: God not you too. Can only handle one drama queen at once.
James: You’re cranky this morning.
Remus: And you’re alert. When have you ever used the correct ‘you’re’?
James: I’m a changed man. Women will do that to you. Makes me correct my punctuation.
Remus: One with the jokes aren’t you. Careful, don’t let Evans see your real personality.
James: What a rude thing to say.
James: And i’m trying.
James: Anyway, how did last night go at the pub? Anything cute walk in?
Remus: Surprisingly yes. I’m trying to text him right now, but you distracted me.
James: Sorry. Update me later.
Remus: 👍
Sirius is typing…
Sirius
Sirius: You let me text first!
Remus: Scared of what would happen to me if i didn’t.
Sirius: Well thank you.
Sirius: I had a really good time last night.
Remus places his phone on the table and takes a deep breath. He hadn’t hooked up with anyone in a long time. Honestly, he was slightly paranoid that he messed it up. That heartbreak sucks even more than he thought it did.
Remus: Really?
Sirius: Yes
Remus: Me too ;)
Sirius: Is that a wink?
Remus: Yeah?
Sirius: Not sure we are at a point in our relationship where we can use symbols.
Remus: Is that because you don’t know how to use them?
Sirius: No.
Remus: Don’t lie.
Sirius: I don’t know how to use cute symbols.
Remus: I’m getting tea, give me five minutes.
Remus laughs and begins to text James again. He needs advice on how to handle this.
James
Remus: Boo
James: You’re back!
Remus: Yep. Listen, i really like this guy, but i’m scared i messed things up already.
James: Number one, i can’t listen this is direct messages. And two, huh?
Remus: So i went to the pub and met this super hot guy called Sirius. We really hit it off, one thing led to another…
James: You fucked him!
Remus: Never mind, this is too weird.
James: Don’t be shy! I’m so glad you finally moved on from that asshole. He treated you like shit btw.
Remus: Let’s move on from that.
Remus: But before we did anything, at the pub i kept talking about my ex.
James: Oh deer.
Remus: Stop with the deer jokes. I don’t know what happened. One minute i was drinking beer with someone gorgeous, then i started to rant about the ex boyfriend that broke my heart.
James: You mean to tell me you told this Sirius about your devastating ex and how it was the worst time of your life?
Remus: I managed to surmise the events for him in about an hour. And this man is beautiful James, magazine cover worthy.
James: Never thought i would be disappointed in you Remus.
James: What’s the number one rule about dates? NO TALKING ABOUT THE EX
Remus: Thank you James, i realise that.
Remus: That’s why i was surprised that Sirius still wanted me.
Remus: On my behalf, i was wasted.
James: Yep, you messed it up.
Remus: Thanks for your help.
Remus goes to text Sirius again. He wants to see how much damage has been done. But he makes a cup of tea first so he didn’t completely lie.
Sirius
Remus: Ok i’m back.
Sirius: Hello! I got tea too as you were taking a while. I added too much milk.
Remus: Sorry about that.
Remus: Can i ask you something?
Sirius: Of course.
Remus: Do you remember anything about our conversation last night?
Sirius: You mean before we had sex?
Remus spits out his drink and is now covered in hot tea.
Remus: Fuck. Just spilt my tea, two seconds.
Remus puts down his phone and fetches a rag. He sighs to himself, wondering why these things always happen to him.
Sirius is typing…
Remus phone flashes, so he sits back down at the kitchen table again.
Sirius: All cleaned up?
Remus: Yep. Wet jeans but i’m fine.
Sirius: So, you were saying?
Remus: Yes. Do you remember any of our conversation?
Sirius: I do.
Remus rubs his face, and begs to the gods that he hasn’t ruined this already. Why couldn’t Sirius have been more drunk, and forgotten the whole thing?
Remus: I’m sorry i said all that. It was three years ago, i don’t know why i’m still hung up.
Sirius: Well i don’t blame you, he sounded like a dick.
Remus: He was.
Sirius: Don’t worry about it. We were both drunk.
Remus: Thank you.
Sirius: So…
Sirius: Are you going to ask me out again?
Remus leaves the conversation to text James again. He can’t handle this pressure on his own.
James
Remus: He wants me to ask him out.
James: Who?
Remus: SIRIUS
James: Pub dude?
James: We still on that?
Remus: For gods sake Potter, keep up. He wants me to ask him out.
James: Ok…
James: What you texting me for?
James: Are you going to do it?
Remus: Definitely.
Remus sips more of his half empty tea, and combs through his curls with his fingertips. Now he has to pick a place. Somewhere that can make them both forget what happened last night.