Post by James Potter on Oct 17, 2008 0:56:24 GMT -6
James wanted to talk to Sirius alone...and normally he would have chosen the Three Broomsticks since it was easier to talk there, but if they went there they were sure to be interrupted. And it wasn't often James wanted to be alone with any of his friends. In most cases they were all together and that was fine, but not right now.
There was something funny going on in their relationship. James had a sneaking suspicion that Sirius thought he was stupid. And worse yet James thought that he might have underestimated Sirius's attention to detail. In other words, he thought Sirius was stupider than he actually was.
That was why James needed to talk to Sirius. If they both knew the problem, but didn't speak about it, they might as well just get it into the open. Get it over with. Besides, James needed to ask Sirius a question and he was pretty damned sure Sirius would say yes.
And not just because they were friends, also because this was a good deal for his friend. If it was good for the pair of them he was sure it would work. Course if the third party found out there was going to be hell to pay. They'd burn that bridge when they got there...and burn was the right word. James and Sirius had a tendency to piss people off beyond redemption.
James nodded as the bartender came over with their butterbeers (James's was a chaser for the couple fingers of fire whiskey in a tumbler in his hand). Maybe Sirius was right, maybe James did have a problem after all. Naw...it was just a thing all teenagers went through. Wasn't it? Of course it is, a voice in his head reassured him. And that voice sounded a lot like Reggie and Sirius speaking at the same time.
"Look, mate," James began after downing half his fire whiskey in one drink. Another perk at the Hog's Head. "I think we should come clean with one another. The other day up at the school with Reg..." He trailed off and then shrugged and grinned, "I think we, erm, both sorta like her. And I have a favor to ask you."
James watched his friend for a few seconds, nodded once, and finished the last of the fire whiskey off. It was only four, and even though it was a Saturday he couldn't have another. It was a pity, really. James pushed the glass away and took a drink from the butterbeer, "This favor could, possibly, be a good thing for you, too." He added trying to sweeten the deal.
There was something funny going on in their relationship. James had a sneaking suspicion that Sirius thought he was stupid. And worse yet James thought that he might have underestimated Sirius's attention to detail. In other words, he thought Sirius was stupider than he actually was.
That was why James needed to talk to Sirius. If they both knew the problem, but didn't speak about it, they might as well just get it into the open. Get it over with. Besides, James needed to ask Sirius a question and he was pretty damned sure Sirius would say yes.
And not just because they were friends, also because this was a good deal for his friend. If it was good for the pair of them he was sure it would work. Course if the third party found out there was going to be hell to pay. They'd burn that bridge when they got there...and burn was the right word. James and Sirius had a tendency to piss people off beyond redemption.
James nodded as the bartender came over with their butterbeers (James's was a chaser for the couple fingers of fire whiskey in a tumbler in his hand). Maybe Sirius was right, maybe James did have a problem after all. Naw...it was just a thing all teenagers went through. Wasn't it? Of course it is, a voice in his head reassured him. And that voice sounded a lot like Reggie and Sirius speaking at the same time.
"Look, mate," James began after downing half his fire whiskey in one drink. Another perk at the Hog's Head. "I think we should come clean with one another. The other day up at the school with Reg..." He trailed off and then shrugged and grinned, "I think we, erm, both sorta like her. And I have a favor to ask you."
James watched his friend for a few seconds, nodded once, and finished the last of the fire whiskey off. It was only four, and even though it was a Saturday he couldn't have another. It was a pity, really. James pushed the glass away and took a drink from the butterbeer, "This favor could, possibly, be a good thing for you, too." He added trying to sweeten the deal.
