Dec 3 - Drink - @wolfstarmicrofic - word count: 272
Sirius did not own matching glasses. After some time rummaging through the sideboard, he had finally returned to the table with one cut glass tumbler and a blue-rimmed, chipped cup.
He uncorked the bottle with a wet pop, poured two generous measures, and weighed up which drink it was more polite to give his friend.
Remus made the decision easy for him and took the cup.
Sirius smiled crookedly, picked up his glass and brought it to his lips.
"So what are we drinking to?" he asked.
Remus thought for a moment. He wasn't very good at making toasts. But Sirius was waiting.
"How about to old friends?"
Sirius looked thoughtful and rolled the glass in his hands.
"Hmmm...how about..." Sirius trailed off. He cocked an eyebrow and smiled ever so slightly. "...to old friends and new lovers?"
Remus felt himself flush. He told himself it was the heady scent of the alcohol from the cup before him. Sirius was teasing; making reference to some recent conquest no doubt that only James knew about. Perhaps it was the curvy, dark-eyed witch that Remus had noted lingered just a little after everyone else had left the meetings of the Order, often with a question or two that only Sirius could answer.
"Well, Mister Moony?" Sirius asked. His grey eyes hadn't left Remus' face since he'd suggested the toast. "What's it to be?"
Remus picked up his cup. He held his friends gaze. A moment passed and then -
"To old friends and new lovers," Remus said playfully, taking a sip.
Sirius laughed sharply, raised his glass in a toast and downed his drink.