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[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.]

[theshabbiestofmen]

You won't, though.

[He grins and flops back on their bed, more pleased than he'll admit that they're friends again.]

What would you like to talk about, then?

[doggedly]

[He rolls his eyes again--a little more gently, maybe--and flops back as well as he gulps down his next sip.]

Mghnf. You can tell me about your stupid romantic conquests if you like. I don't actually care. Or-- I dunno. Books you've read. Whatever it is you occupy your time with.

[theshabbiestofmen]

Both, actually. As well as designing worlds on the holodeck; you should try it, you'd quite enjoy it. You could finally sail on a pirate ship.

[doggedly]

Designing worlds?

[Now you're speaking his language, Remus! He grins a little, looking around at that.]

What, from nothing? I could do-- purple seas, and trees made of chocolate for you, things like that?