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.
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.
"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.
"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.
"Uh, I got like... four hours? I work until six." Remus explained as he went back, got the gum and scanned both through, making sure to tap into number four and total it all up. "I'm always on the late shift." He asked for it. He even swapped shift to have it and people here loved him. Granted, he only worked four days a week so it didn't cover every shift but he got good pay for it. Double pay after midnight and all.
"All right, that's thirty-two and five pence." Remus clarified as he looked up at the stunningly handsome model, trying not to meet his eyes cause he felt like he'd die if he did. "Card or cash?"
"Cash, thanks." Sirius started counting out the cash and put it down at the counter, then glanced at the clock again. "That's cool though, you'll still be here on my way back. Maybe I can pick up my breakfast."
And he winked, for no particular reason. Sometimes he just liked to wink. People tended to like it too. "If you are ever free at night, you should come and watch me instead." Didn't hurt to advertise the band. Although it might be a tad confusing, given he hadn't mentioned his band yet and might just as well be talking about anything, from being a stripper to anything else that would invite someone watching.
Watch him where? What was he? Oh God, it was a stripper, wasn't it? Peter was messing with him. Why else would a hot guy wink at him and then talk to him like this? Coming to see him too. Yeah bloody right. He was not going to piss away his wages in a strip joint just cause a hot guy asked him to go. Counting out the money, he tried to focus on change but it was hard. Hence why he accidentally gave Sirius more than he should back without noticing. "I'm usually working nights... also I'm broke so I can't afford that sorta thing."
"Don't sweat that, you can get in for free. Just gotta pay if you want to drink something, but I won't tell if you sneak in a flask. I do it all the time." If they were being honest here. Even if they really were not on the same page, Sirius just didn't realise that. "But either way, I'll see you around. I come this way a lot now, so..."
Looked as if that gig was going to be somewhat steady, it was nice to know there was a place right here where he could stock up on stuff.
"Well... I mean, I probably won't but thanks for the offer, mate." The offer to go and see some stripper Peter hired. Well. Probably. Yeah, there was an offer he'd never take, even if that was what it was. At least he'd make it clear he was pretty broke - that meant he had a pretty high chance of not being invited and the guy not coming back. "Good look on your ... do you call it a performance?"
What did one say to a stripper to wish them a good night of dancing. "Hope it all goes well and all."
"Usually just say gig," Sirius said, unwrapping a piece of gum so he could put it in his mouth and then pack both gums he'd bought into his jacket pocket. "Really hope it's going to go well. I practised the new song all day."
He made a vague dancing movement with his hips, which would presumably only further the confusion. "See you around, Remus!"
Well, he met a super hot stripper. That was one for the diary. Not that he had one but now he kind of wished he did. He waved at the odd man and then stood up to watch him get on his bike and drive off. God, what a hot stripper.
"Well, good going, Remus. You deflected the stripper." Nodding proudly, he sat back down and picked up his book. "Gonna bloody kill Peter."
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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.
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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.
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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.
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"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.
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"All right, that's thirty-two and five pence." Remus clarified as he looked up at the stunningly handsome model, trying not to meet his eyes cause he felt like he'd die if he did. "Card or cash?"
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And he winked, for no particular reason. Sometimes he just liked to wink. People tended to like it too. "If you are ever free at night, you should come and watch me instead." Didn't hurt to advertise the band. Although it might be a tad confusing, given he hadn't mentioned his band yet and might just as well be talking about anything, from being a stripper to anything else that would invite someone watching.
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Watch him where? What was he? Oh God, it was a stripper, wasn't it? Peter was messing with him. Why else would a hot guy wink at him and then talk to him like this? Coming to see him too. Yeah bloody right. He was not going to piss away his wages in a strip joint just cause a hot guy asked him to go. Counting out the money, he tried to focus on change but it was hard. Hence why he accidentally gave Sirius more than he should back without noticing. "I'm usually working nights... also I'm broke so I can't afford that sorta thing."
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Looked as if that gig was going to be somewhat steady, it was nice to know there was a place right here where he could stock up on stuff.
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What did one say to a stripper to wish them a good night of dancing. "Hope it all goes well and all."
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He made a vague dancing movement with his hips, which would presumably only further the confusion. "See you around, Remus!"
Hey, he could read. Guy wore a name tag.
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Well, he met a super hot stripper. That was one for the diary. Not that he had one but now he kind of wished he did. He waved at the odd man and then stood up to watch him get on his bike and drive off. God, what a hot stripper.
"Well, good going, Remus. You deflected the stripper." Nodding proudly, he sat back down and picked up his book. "Gonna bloody kill Peter."