Ch. 6 of my wolfstar theater AU!
CW: flashbacks to abuse, drinking, smoking (weed and cigs), and depression
“I swear I’ve seen you bfore,” she said, her words beginning to slur together. “You’re sure you’re not anactor?”
“Definitely not an actor,” he told her, for what had to be the fifth time. He just wanted to get another whiskey, just wanted to float a little farther into oblivion, to drown out the living nightmare he found himself in the middle of.
As it was bound to, word got around about James’ little get together, and before they knew it cast and crew from not only the Gryffindor, but all of Hogwarts Circle were tumbling out of the Empire’s penthouse elevator in droves, eager to take advantage of the open bar.
From where he stood, Remus could see one of the Gryff’s stagehands getting handsy behind a high-top with a swing from Camelot, the violin quartet from the Rowena taking tequila shots with Marlene and Dorcas, and James in full force, drunkenly entertaining an overflowing booth of people, sports coat strewn somewhere behind him and his formerly quaffed hair jutting out like spokes from his head. A wave of laughter swept through the group, and to his surprise, he saw Lily laughing along with them to James’ right.
“D’you grow up in Michigan?”
Remus however, had managed to get himself cornered at the bar by one of Sirius’ costars, who was absolutely convinced she knew him from somewhere. He just wanted a whiskey, he didn’t need ice—or hell—even a glass at this point. He was happy to take the bottle and disappear into one of the back corners of this penthouse hell-scape. He’d briefly contemplated going home, but Lily’s hot toddy packed quite the punch, and he needed to make sure she made it home with—if not her memory—then at least her dignity intact.
So now he was waiting for the bartender who—poor soul—looked like they were about to cry with the amount of people simultaneously yelling their drink orders at them. It wasn’t their fault, of course—this was supposed to be a small, private event. After all, who gets blackout drunk on a Tuesday night?
At that moment, a Rowena sound tech climbed on top of the bar and started doing a strip tease for one of the Helga’s spotlight operators, garnering applause from the rest of the Rowena’s chamber orchestra. That pretty much answered his question.
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