Remus Lupus and the prisoner of high society

[selenophobia]

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[alwaysimpure]

"I'll be there on time. Just stopping for petrol." Sirius was speaking into his phone as he got into the station, apparently some kind of headset in his helmet. Then, after ending the call, he reached up and took the helmet off, shaking his hair free. It was shiny, it bounced, it looked as if he was filming for a commercial.

Dressed in leather, long hair, just a hint of stubble and the motorcycle helmet now under his arm, he did look lie a cliche and he didn't mind that. "Ohh, jelly beans!"

He excitedly made his way to the snack aisle and started to inspect it, evidently giving the right choice of snack a lot of thought.

[selenophobia]

Remus didn't look up at first because he didn't really care to interact with the people a lot, not at this hour and not the sort who usually came in. He was reading a book, idly flicking pages as he paused and looked up. And then the book was straight up forgotten as he tried his best to not stare and failed horribly.

Who the hell was this model and why was he at this shithole at 2am? He pinched himself and then tried to subtly get up, peering outside to see if there was like a prank or something. Maybe Peter called him a stripper as a joke? Seemed like the stupid thing he'd do but luckily, he doubted Peter had the cash.

Once it was confirmed that the model was here solo, he sat back down and raised his book, trying to use it as a subtle way to keep staring. God, he was hot.

[alwaysimpure]

Walking up to the counter, Sirius smiled at the guy behind it. "Cheers, mate. I got a question... Do you have any of that one--" He held up a pack of vibrant green chewing gum. "--in the blue flavour? Because I'm all for artificial apple flavour, don't get me wrong, but the artificial artificial flavour? Can't get enough of that."

He flashed another smile, then idly scanned the magazines laid out by the counter. Hey, he couldn't even see himself on the cover of any right off the bat, his parents would be so proud.

[selenophobia]

"I'll check." Remus squeaked out. No, literally, he did. This was the moment his voice decided to break as if he was having a second puberty. Of course it was. He swiftly got up and turned around, looking over the shelves of extra stock and then pulling out a box of gum. He opened it up, peered inside and confirmed it was blue. Urgh, it sounded gross.

Pulling out a pack, he came over and set it on the counter. "Want one or two?" There, he nailed sounded like a man this time. Go Remus. Looking up at the model, he awkwardly smiled. Damn. This was unfair.

[alwaysimpure]

"Two'd be brilliant." He made him go all the way, he felt he owed him that much. Sirius tapped his fingers on the counter, glancing back outside. "So I'll pay for that and the refill on my bike. Number four out there." Gesturing with his hand, he looked back at the guy again, frowning.

"So, you got the late shift, huh? How much longer does that go for you?" Seemed like a pretty shitty job, he felt bad for him. No wonder he looked all pale and tired.

[selenophobia]

did you send a stripper here?

[rattigrew]

what

where

[selenophobia]

to my work place

a model/stripper like guy came in

and winked at me

[rattigrew]

maybe he had something in his eye

how do you know he's a stripper?

[alwaysimpure]

It was hot today. Sirius opened his jacket as soon as he got inside the store, glad to realise they had A/C. It was late, so it wasn't anywhere near as hot as it had been during the day, but he was dressed in leather. Heat kind of got trapped. He reached up to pull his hair back, smiling at Remus. "Cheers, mate. Hot today, innit?"

He walked up to the counter, wondering what, if anything, he should purchase, aside from the refill.

[selenophobia]

"Oh yeah, it's a scorcher today." Remus had spend all day hiding, only emerging at eight for his shift. He didn't think it was that hot but he assumed it'd be boiling if one was wearing leather. He set his book aside and smiled up at the guy, trying his best to focus on customer service and not the fact that the hot stripper came back. God, what a looker.

Maybe Peter was right. Maybe he should just suck it up and go. "So, uh, how was the gig?" Remus was hoping he got a lot of change thrown at him.

[alwaysimpure]

"Pretty all right? My mate fell into the crowd and no one caught him, but he only had a nosebleed, nothing broken." So, really, success. Sirius scanned the magazines again, reaching out for one and idly leafing through it. "Must be kinda interesting, working here at the graveyard shift, huh? I reckon you get all sorts this time of night."

He fanned some cold air to himself with the magazine, finally looking at Remus again and flashing a smile. "Indulge me, let's chat. I need an excuse to get to be here longer and cool down."

[selenophobia]

"Mostly clubbers, teenagers and druggies. Sometimes normal people, some abnormal. You'd be surprised who's up at this time." He had some days when people came in, clearly off their head and just looking to get cheap booze and then other days, there was a family of four coming back from a holiday and just needing some gas.

Looking at Sirius, he raised an eyebrow and wondered how to humour him. Maybe he could ask why a stripper thought falling in a crowd was a good idea. "Not the best at small talk but lemme see." He pondered an easy topic that wasn't weather - cause they'd covered that one. "How was the new song?"

[lionstar]

Are you free Friday?

I need you.

[liquidsky]

could be free for you

What time and what for?

[lionstar]

my brother wishes for me to attend a 'gig' and I won't go alone.

I'll buy drinks

[liquidsky]

huh

I assume your parents don't know? sure, i'll go

what are you gonna wear?

[liquidsky]

The best thing about meeting at his place was that the damn dog wasn't there. Other than that, it really wasn't all that good, given the size of his place, but whatever. He knew how to distract Regulus from complaining and right now he just needed to dress him. Not that he didn't much prefer him undressed.

Rummaging around in his wardrobe, he finally turned around and held up two jeans. "What do you want, blue or black? They are both new, no rips or anything."

However, they should be tight on Regulus, which Barty was very much looking forward to.

[lionstar]

"Black, if you would." He held out his hands and caught them as they were tossed over, looking them over and inspecting the tag. "Primark? Never heard of this brand." Looked cheap. The stitching was off. He pulled out the tag a little more to read it. "Made in Cambodia. Lovely. All right, let's see how these go."

He slipped his feet into the legs and started to pull them up, looking down with interest. They were so damn tight. He'd worn skinny jeans before... or he thought he had. Apparently not. This was a new experience.

"I don't look stupid, do I?"

[liquidsky]

"Not at all." Barty looked at him, smiling. And it's not a brand. That's how I can afford it." He knew he should pick a shirt for him, but instead he crawled onto the bed, hands on Regulus' legs as he moved higher and higher, leaning down to kiss the inside of his thigh, he smiled at Regulus. "You look delectable, darling. Trust me."

Of course, he always thought that Regulus looked great.

[lionstar]

"Not sure if 'delectable' is the look I want to meet my brother but I suppose I can't complain with the assessment." Regulus deadpanned as he looked at Barty, turned on and quite annoyed by it actually because these pants had no give and he didn't fancy the friction. Hence why he promptly shoved Barty back a little. "Come on, we're putting clothes on, not taking them off."

Sadly. Tragically. Why did they have to go to this thing? "I hear the drinks are cheap. Sirius told me as much so... we'll be wrecked by the end of the night, I assume."

to Remus

[rattigrew]

mate, I'm here

where are you?

[selenophobia]

also here

you are very late

[rattigrew]

i got lost

...can't see you

[selenophobia]

In at the back, where the couches are.

Across from the bar.

Go right, not left.