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It's not my fault! I don't actually sit around all day thinking up ways to fuck thinks up more for me, it just happens.

No one does, but it happens allot more when you're drunk.

Give it a few days then attempt ta make things right.

I didn't do anything wrong. Actually.

Is that so hard to believe? Damn, this room needs to stop moving.

By being drunk, ya messed up. If you two were drunk together, that would be another story.

Close your eyes, lean back and let me find you water.

I don't think there's a rule about not getting drunk alone. Should be a rule about using the phone, though.

[Even as he mutters that, he does as told, since it seems like a good idea given what the room is doing.]

There's a rule about both.

[She gets up to start looking around for a bottle of water. Or a water dispenser.]

Alright, where do you keep the water or cups or whatever.

Upstairs. But you can't go there.

[He shakes his head.]

You really can't. Sorry.

[She raises an eyebrow at him, not that he can see it.]

Fine with me. I'll be back, don't do anything stupid while I'm gone.

[How much trouble could he possibly get into in the three minutes she's gone? She knows there's a corner store that sells water bottles. She grabs two and heads back.]

[In theory, into a lot of it. As it is, however, he's too busy staring at the ceiling and beating himself up in his mind to do much more than that, especially within that short amount of time.]

I think maybe we're not fighting yet. [By way of greeting.] How are you?

[Rolls her eyes, coming back to sit down next to him and hands him a bottle of water.] Keep talking to her while you're drunk and you will be fighting.

Don't change the topic and drink your water. [Translation: yes, but I don't wanna talk about it.]

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Do you remember what we talked about? At the coffee shop?

[He opens the bottle after sitting up slowly, taking a slow sip.]

Getting too much, I reckon.

We talked about a lot of things, which one do ya wanna revisit?

[But he's drinking water, that'll help sober him up.]

None of it. Ever. I'll never talk again.

[Said in a sinister enough tone to be comical.]

Better you talk about yourself.

Uh-huh. [When did Sirius turn into being a drama queen? He could give Kitty a run for her money.]

Already told ya what ya needed ta know. That was it. So...[Leans back against the counter.] we'll be stuck here, sittin' in silence if that's what you want.

[He kind of has dramatic tendencies. A lot. To be fair, it's somewhat justified.]

Sounds excellent.

[Silently drinking water. Yay.]

You never said how you are.

[Someone give him a the drama queen's crown then.]

'M fine. [Short, sweet and to the point.]

[He's be the prettiest princess.]

That's good. You didn't have to come here, y'know?

[She's sure he would.]

I know, but someone had ta. Like I said, had ta make sure you didn't do anything stupid.

Too late. Sorry.

I've no idea how to fix this.

Between you and your girlfriend or with you and your friends?

I'm not even sure she's mad at me, so. The other stuff. Everything.

Maybe when I'm sober.

[He slowly sits up a bit more, rubbing his face with one hand and then he reaches out, not thinking much of it, to touch her shoulder.]

Thanks.

[Shrugs, briefly closing her eyes to rest them. She had been reading late last night. Her eyes need a little rest, or maybe she needs a nap.]

You'll figure it out. [But he won't find the answer at the bottle of a bottle.

The 'thanks' is the last thing she hears followed by the weight of a hand on her shoulder. The sweater she's wearing left her shoulders exposed. Her eyes instantly go wide feeling energy, memories and power transferred to her. It's all a whirlwind to her, but she knows she needs to break the contact.

She jerks herself away from him, falling to the side. The rest of her lower body is covered. If he touches her again, he'll come in contact with her clothes. Her head is buzzing with memories and powers that aren't hers, she should be freaking out but she has to make sure he's fine first.

Damnit! Why wasn't she more careful?!] Sirius? Sirius!

[It feels familiar. The drain, the weakness. But there is less dread than a dementor's influence always brings on and it's still different, too, weakening in another sense.

His head was already spinning, but now it's enough to make him fall over, vision starting to go black although he fights against it. He only hears her voice faintly, but at least he manages to turn his head enough to look at her.]

What-?

[The single word was enough to calm her down. He wasn't dead, he wasn't in a coma. The life force she took from him was slight, but it was enough to make her dizzy and recall things that weren't her own memories. Her head is spinning, her mind fuzzy and feelings coming over her. Guilt, anger, frustration, worry...it's all there. Enough for her to touch and nearly mistake it for her own.

Crap, she feels ill. She starts to crawl forward, trying to get her body to cooperate to stand and leave.]

I can't be touched.

Alright. Alright, I got that.

[On the plus side, if it can be call that, the shock had been enough to sober him up, at least for the moment. His movements aren't exactly elegant, but he does manage to push himself upright and look at her.]

It's okay. Just stay here, Rogue. What does it do?

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