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Summary: Ever since Sirius began dating Marlene, you noticed yourself having feelings for your best friend that crossed into a similar romantic territory.  After a night out and more than a few drinks, you accidentally spill your secrets to Sirius but realize soon after he may have been waiting for such a confession.

Words: 4972

Warnings: LOTS of explicit language, drunk reader

Requested by @sjriusblck (absolute FAVE) using 

43: “Are you drunk?” // 45: “How much of that did you hear?” // 48: “You make me want things I can’t have.”

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Though your dress was tight in all the ways Muggle magazines said it should be, your makeup done immaculately, your veins coursing with liquor, you sat at the side of the club instead of dancing on its floor, in a sulk as deep as the pound of the dance music which surrounded you.  And obviously sulking, too, with pursed lips and a forehead etched with frown lines.  Sulking at Sirius, whose long fingers were being interlaced with Marlene’s, staring deep into her eyes as if trying to drown her with them.  It was disturbing and uncomfortable and the car crash of all conversations: you couldn’t look away from it, regardless of the effort put forth.  Even as you lifted your third—or maybe fourth or fifth or sixth—vodka cranberry, stirring it as methodically as possible with shaking hands, and spoke to James.

“How could he ditch me?” you half-whined, half-slurred, fully drunk.  “We’re best friends but he picks Marlene over me.”

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