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“Buy you another?”
Sirius looked up from his drink and saw a man standing next to him at the bar. The man was very attractive. But Sirius simply shrugged uninterestedly.
“Come on,” the man pressed. “It’s a free drink and you look lonely.”
Before Sirius could open his mouth, another man walked to the other side of where Sirius was sitting. This man was tall, lanky and dressed as though he worked in a bookshop in the 1980s. He wore corduroy trousers, a wool cardigan and had a smile on his face that made Sirius’s heart flutter.
“Hi,” he said, clearing his throat. “Uh… I was just wondering,” he said, a little awkwardly. “Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?”
Sirius leaned closer to the man and inhaled a sweet scent of wood and grass. “Why,” he said, grinning. “Are you saying that heaven is missing an angel?”
The first man behind him scoffed audibly and exclaimed, “You have to be kidding me!”
Sirius turned and shrugged at the man again. “Sorry,” he said, simply. The man rolled his eyes before walking away.
Sirius turned back to the man next to him who was laughing as the bartender poured out a drink in front of him. “Rem, that’s the best you could come up with?” Sirius asked his husband, also laughing.
“Hey,” said Remus, raising his glass. “It worked, didn’t it? I’m the one who is taking you home tonight.”