Sirius Black’s Flat @wormfail
“Fuck!” Sirius threw down his controller (for the fifth time that day) instantly reaching for the smoky bong sitting on his coffee table. “I don’t get why I lose every - single - time.” He shook his head, as though he was finally giving up, and leaned back into the sofa. Lighter in one hand, he deftly took a quick, small hit and placed it back on the table in front of Peter for him to take if he needed. “I’m - ” He coughed, “ - dying to hear about what your week’s been like, husband.” Sirius teased, “Hope you stole me a diamond.”
“You know what I think?” Peter said in between laughs that were caused both by the long hit he’d just taken and the sweet, sweet taste of victory, turning his head to his friend next to him. “I think it’s cause you suck, mate. Or maybe I’m just a fuckin’ rainbow road king and you just really... suck.” Childish words said in a slur, but what else was Peter if not a child? He threw his hands up in the air, pumping them for good measure, milking the moment, small as it may be. Leaning back as well, he let his head loll to the side, dropping unto Sirius’ shoulder as he playfully made kissy faces. “Oh, you know...” He spoke in a high pitched, mocking accent, pretending to be thinking up of what to say. “I’d still you a whole chandelier just to prove my love to you, darlin’...” Peter reached for the bong and took a hit, swirling the smoke that slipped through his lips.








