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[doggedly]

Massive. Like house-cat size. It's a little terrifying, I'm sure she'd tear off my face if she had half the chance at it.

[But he says it with utter fondness, softening a little at this topic.]

So of course I've been sitting with her, scratching her ears.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Of course.

[He echoes it with a smile.]

She and Moony ought to get together. They'd make lovely playmates.

[doggedly]

She might be a bit much for Moony, actually. All that radioactive teeth business, puts a damper on relationships. Trust me, I'd know.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Mm, I suppose you would. What do you even feed her?

[doggedly]

Pieces of the ship.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Disgusting.

[He says it with a grin.]

And whiskey, I assume-- speaking of which, where's mine?

[doggedly]

Keep your hair on, you're bloody impatient--

[He comes up with the bottle, finally, and holds it triumphantly toward Remus.]

Here. No glasses, sorry, unless you want to waste the time with conjuring them.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I should think I'd look a good deal tougher drinking straight from the bottle.

[He smiles as he takes it, pleased that he can smile at Sirius. A moment of hesitation-- and then, with a grimace, he takes a mouthful of whiskey and swallows it.]

[doggedly]

Merlin knows you need all the help you can get with that.

[He watches, his eyebrows raised a bit--ready to be impressed or sarcastic with Remus in a moment here, once he's seen his reaction. Expectantly, he reaches out a hand for the bottle, waiting for it to be passed back.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

[He'd dearly like a chaser, fruit juice or water, but doesn't say as much. In a few minutes he'll conjure something. For now he simply swallows, fights off a shudder, and passes the bottle over with only a bit of a pinched mouth.]

Yes, well. My girlfriend is impressed with me, and that's all that matters.

[doggedly]

Your girlfriend, yeah. And what about your mates?

[Pointedly, he takes it back and knocks back a swig. It's warm, that's about the most disgusting thing about it. At least a bit of cold water might chill it, but he swallows anyways without even turning down his mouth.]

Never thought you'd be one of those, Lupin.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I don't need them to be impressed with me. Just pleased.

[He grins at him.]

They're not the ones sleeping with me, after all.

[doggedly]

Thank God.

[He offers the bottle back, and this time, his pulled face is all for Remus. Gross, man. It's an easy pattern to fall back into, even so soon after their argument.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

As if I'd choose you.

[He sneers back at him as he takes the bottle.]

Have I told you lately how fantastic Raven is, by the way? Because she absolutely is.

[doggedly]

Oh, do I want to hear this?

[He groans, quietly--entirely put-on--and covers his eyes, one-handed, as if preparing himself to be scandalised.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

She changed once mid-way. Just one minute a blonde, then a redhead, then this really attractive brunette-- an then herself, blue and perfect.

[doggedly]

[He grabs, blindly, for the bottle.]

You're horrible.

[theshabbiestofmen]

As if you wouldn't be delighted by it!

[doggedly]

Which is why you're horrible! Boasting about things like that-- it isn't right. Horrible, horrible little man.

[Defiantly, he takes another swig from the bottle, glaring at Remus.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

You'd boast too. Anyway, it's not my fault you've not gotten anywhere with the girls on-board. You can live vicariously, isn't that a good thing?

[doggedly]

No it isn't, first off, and who says I've not gotten anywhere. You don't know what you're talking about, and you're only taking such pleasure in gloating because you've never had the chance to do it before now.

So congratulations. Enjoy it, I guess.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I am, and you're an awfully sore loser, and I know you haven't because you would have bragged about it in return.

[doggedly]

Do I tell you everything? No. You don't actually know anything.

[theshabbiestofmen]

I know you well enough, thanks.

[He smirks over at him once more before swigging again at the whiskey.]

[doggedly]

[He rolls his eyes at Remus, hugely, and he grabs for the whiskey again.]

Oh, shut up, or I'll leave.

[There's really nothing to that threat, though--clearly, he doesn't mean it.]