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          ❝ It’s not you, but ya did forget to              turn the coffee off, before we left. ❞

     It wasn’t Marlene that pissed him off ... Not really, but he knew he was showing      his ass. Sighing hard he shook his head as he met her gaze.

          ❝ I’m just throwing my temper. Sorry. ❞

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Marlene had fucked up.

She wasn’t even entirely sure what she did, nor was she entirely sober. At the beginning of the night she had gone out to drink with Sirius which wasn’t exactly unheard of for them to do, but after a few hours they went their separate ways to do their own thing. The girl she saw cornered was someone Marlene had been dancing with earlier and as soon as she heard ‘no’ more than once the witch acted—having punched the bloke without much thought.

Due to the fact that she might have had one too many drinks her aim wasn’t as good as it could be, but it managed to tear the bloke’s attention away. Marlene wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing when she learned she was now the reason he was pissed off. The first strike hit her jaw which she had attempted to block, but she wasn’t in any state to be defending herself against someone bigger and who seemed to be stronger than her. Marlene was about to hold up her arms to cover her face when she heard flesh hit flesh before the sound of a familiar voice and she dropped her arms, her gaze going to Sirius.

The Gryffindor Alumna hadn’t watched the scene, but she assumed Sirius had something to do with the nameless muggle lying unconscious on the ground. “I could have done that,” she mumbled out, her hand going up to cup her already bruised jaw.

Perhaps, in most scenarios, it wouldn’t be considered the best idea for a pair to separate during a night of drinking. But Sirius knew Marlene could hold her own and she knew he could defend himself as well, if it came down to it. So, he went about his business, flirting and drinking and playing the silly little Muggle games (the object of which he rarely understood, but he had a great deal of fun altering the outcome of the game with silent magic).

He saw the scene from across the bar, otherwise he might have been there sooner. Marlene obviously standing up for the other girl, Marlene landing a punch (though sloppily), and Marlene receiving a punch. That was enough.

Sirius set his glass down on a nearby table and rushed to his friend, hitting the Muggle man square in the nose with enough force to make him keel over and lose consciousness, if briefly.

“Maybe so, Marls, but -- from where I’m standing -- looks like I just saved a damsel in distress.” He offered her a lopsided albeit ever bright grin and slung his arm across her shoulders. “You were covering your face, McKinnon... I’m sure you could have come back from it, but you might be a little bit too pissed at the moment. C’mon, then, might be time to leave.”

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Marlene Mckinnion was one of his favorite people in the world, aside from his best friends of course. She always seemed to brighten a day with her presence and wit. Remus admired that about her, just as he admired the fact that she was great at telling stories.

“So, let me get this straight. You were walking down the road and there was a manticore? In Britain? That’s a felony for someone to keep one without the right permits!”

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Some called him PARANOID, he preferred the term cautious. It was a simple task, a task that had prevented him from leaving his apartment for a few days since the elevator broke down. What kind of apartment block had OPEN RISER STAIRS? It was madness if you asked him. One hand gripped the sleeve of his shirt tight, the other was practically glued to the banister. There was always the chance of someone GRABBING his ankle should he step down, something he feared most when it came to open riser stairs. 

The sound of footsteps had STEPHEN KEPLER turning his head. He recognized the woman as one of his neighbors, but he couldn’t recall ANY of them actually having spoken to her or getting her name. Gaze quickly turned back down, heartbeat beginning to increase, curse his anxiety. “Not WORTH it.” He muttered to himself, giving a small shake of his head as he turned to flee back into his marijuana RIDDEN apartment.

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          ‘ can’t a man read in peace? ’

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“Well thank god for that,” Sully replies, pulling her in close to give her a soft kiss — just the brush of lips, more sweet than anything else; friendly.  “You’re a tired mess and I’m a gentleman when I want to be.  You need sleep and a snuggle, and on the other side of that we can see about a shag, okay?”