#discotechque

The blare of the alarm bounced against his head like a million tiny hammers. He tried ignoring the intrusive sound, burying his head further into his pillow but to no avail. Growling in frustration, Sirius forced his eyes open, grabbed the moon-shaped clock and shut it off gently despite his urge to hurl it across the room.

The gnawing effects of a hangover began to hit Sirius and he promptly made up his mind to go back to bed. He had just drawn the blanket up to his chin when he froze. There was someone lying next to him.

In one swift motion, Sirius whipped off the covers and stifled a high pitched scream.

It was James 19th birthday and Sirius was determined. 

The Marauders had shifted uncomfortably when Sirius proposed the idea, (especially Peter since he could hardly walk somedays without tripping all over himself) but Sirius had convinced them that with a little liquid courage, it would all come very naturally. 

Surprisingly Evans, who was lounging nearby, agreed to the idea first. Although Sirius was annoyed Lily decided to tag along (It’s supposed to be a guy’s night damnit) he kept his mouth shut because Prongs had shot up at the mention of a miniskirt Evans had been dying to wear out.

Peter had moaned for a bit but everyone ignored him so it was alright. 

Sirius turned his focus to Remus next who, he was sure would turn the idea down instantly. “Fancy going to a disco on James birthday?” He asked nonchalantly. Remus just shrugged and said ‘okay’ and went back to reading which surprised Sirius quite a bit. He was under the impression Moony would put up the biggest fight considering they had to beg for hours just for him to go through with one prank.. Sirius had even prepared a whole debate on the pros and cons of clubbing and was slightly disappointed he wouldn't be using it.  

Still, he very pleased Remus agreed to go. It would be fun to see Prongs and Wormtail squirm but it would be far more hilarious to see Remus in a club setting. 

***

Sirius was excited, to say the least. He spent several long moments tossing his hair around and shimmying in front of the mirror. Just last week he saw a program over at Evans and Sirius was convinced he could dance exactly like that Mick Jagger fellow or whatever. In fact, Sirius reckoned he was probably better.   

At 10PM, Sirius took a shot*, put on his favorite leather jacket (he had five), and hopped on his motorcycle. He stopped by Pete’s who came out swearing and muttering about it being a bad idea but Sirius ignored him and tore down the highway before Pete even had time to put on a helmet. 

Prongs was waiting in line, his hair sticking up at all ends but looking a little more tame than usual. He chewed his lip and glanced at the bouncer as they got closer. 

“Sirius,” He hissed, wiping his hands on his pants, “This is a terrible idea! I can’t dance! Lily’s going to think I’m a complete prat!” 

Its true that Prongs couldn’t dance but he wasn’t as awkward as Wormtail Sirius thought. James looked besides himself with anxiety and Sirius would’ve felt sorry for him if he wasn’t so excited to show off his own moves. They inched closer to the front and James groaned. 

“Tough luck Prongs.” Sirius grinned showing the bouncer his ID. 

The music hit them like an invisible force, pulsing against their eardrums. Sirius felt his heart sync to the beat and shoved both Prongs and Wormtail to the bar. 

“Where the f*ck is Moony?” he demanded, signaling to the bartender for 3 shots. 

“Dunno,” Peter stuttered, glancing around the dance floor, “last I heard, he said he was on his way.”

The dim lighting made the crowd look like it was moving as one. People swayed and twisted to the rhythm , locked in embrace. Sirius just needed one more drink to be at their level. 

James was now sweating profusely and Sirius and Peter exchanged a look.

 “Wheres Lily?” Peter half shouted at James who looked a little bewildered. 

“I-I dunno. She said she was catching a ride with Moons since they live in the same building”. 

Just then, Sirius saw a familiar flaming head of hair bobbing towards them. He let out a low whistle. 

“Damn Evans, you look hot!”

Lily, who wore her miniskirt as promised, rolled her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear shyly. James looked temporarily impaired and Peter indiscreetly punched him on the arm. Sirius was just about to shit on Prongs when he felt a presence join them and turned around. 

Holy f-

Remus Lupin, who normally lived in oversized sweaters and generally kept a neat appearance was looking very different tonight. His usual combed hair was effortlessly tousled (something that wanker Prongs desperately tried to achieve but couldn’t) and his grey v-neck clung to his toned framed like sin. He seemed taller, leaner, and somehow far more broad chested. Sirius felt himself flush. 

“Whoa mate, you look fit.” Peter commented, tipping his glass at Remus. 

“Why aren’t you guys dancing?” He asked matter of factly, staring down at Sirius who felt his heart thud painfully. Lily, noticing that Sirius had suddenly gone mute, grinned slyly and winked at Remus. 

“Alright Potter, show me your moves!” she whooped, grabbing James by his shirt. James looked back at the Marauders in wild panic. Peter, shrugged and ordered another drink. Meanwhile Sirius, who blamed his chest contractions on the three shots of vodka, was determined not to make eye contact with Remus.

He signaled that he was heading to the dance floor and half sprinted there. A little out of breath, Sirius body slammed a couple out of the way and began to wave his hands around dramatically. He thought he was doing quite well. People glanced at him nervously before moving aside to give him room.

*** 

What's he playing at showing up like that? Sirius thought furiously as he moved aggressively to the music.  

As far as he was concerned, Moony was safe, quiet, neat and spoke only when he needed to. In fact, other than impressing everyone with his spectacular moves, Sirius was really looking forward to seeing Remus squirm in an environment he wasn’t quite used to. And maybe, Sirius wanted to show Remus how much he knew about discos considering he had after all, somewhat dragged everyone (especially Remus) out. 

It just wasn’t fair that--Sirius glanced at the bar and saw one of the bartenders, the blonde one with a piercing, leaning in close to Moony who was grinning flirtatiously. The bartender looks like a complete fruit. Sirius did one last twirl and swore under his breath. 

Before he knew what he was doing, Sirius marched over and fixed the bartender with a glare. The young man had seen Sirius nearly punch a couple with his manly pirouette and unwilling to take chances, he walked away to serve some customers. Remus raised an eyebrow at Sirius who celebrated his small victory in driving that creep by downing Remus’ gin and tonic.  

“What?” Sirius spat, running his hand through his hair. 

“Nothing.” Remus answered evenly, eyes scanning Sirius making him more antsy than he already was. 

“Where’s Wormtail?” Sirius asked distractedly. Remus shrugged “Went out for a smoke I suppose .” 

Sirius felt around his jacket and grasped his box of cigarettes.“Great, I think I’ll join him them”. 

Remus suddenly grabbed his arm and stopped him. He grinned nervously at Sirius. 

“You wanna dance?” He asked, shyly, running his hand down to Sirius’ wrist. 

Despite it being a million degree in the dark, cramped club, Sirius felt himself shiver a bit. Just yesterday he wanted to impress Remus everyone with his vast knowledge of clubbing but now he suddenly wasn’t feeling so sure of himself. 

“I’m alrigh’...I think I pulled something earlier” Sirius muttered, looking everywhere but at Remus. 

“Nah, you’re fine,” Remus was still holding on Sirius who felt his pulse quicken. “I can show you how to dance if you’re feeling nervous.” 

Sirius scoffed. How dare he--

“Psh, you can’t dance. I saw you at the Christmas ball last year. You nearly trampled poor Heather Belby” Sirius snorted.

 He expected Remus to back off, to scratch his head, pout like he normally did. But for the second time that night, Remus surprised Sirius. 

End Part 1. 

now imagine livin wif that

just give him purple nurples

yeh thats how it generally goes

like i said i was only curious its not a big deal i just wanted to know

he started it