sirius.
Sirius watched with amusement as the girl sat at the table beside where he was. He would have loved to hear her go on but her slumped figure and blood-shot eyes pulled him towards another direction. “I’m right here, McKinnon. But are you sure my date. I’m pretty sure I agreed to go with someone who was…less…” He stopped himself. “How are you enjoying yourself, Marlene?”
“BLACK, look at you and that handsome face of yours.” she giggled softly, shaking her head gently as she tried to compose herself, slowly climb down from the high. “who was less what, sirius? lively? fun? guess you’re wrong cause you’re stuck with me.” she shrugged, reaching for her flask. “damn right i am. what about you?”











