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WHO: Sirius Black and OPEN
WHAT: Angsting in a bar
WHEN: tonight
WHERE: The Sanctuary
WARNINGS: there will be drunkenness

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The hunger that had characterized the city over the past week had taken its time hitting the Doctor, but it was finally starting to get to him. Unless he focused entirely on whatever he was doing at the time, he was just... peckish. He'd taken to carrying around little snacks in his jacket pockets. But he was on his way back toward the hostel, and his last bag of candies had run out three and a half blocks ago. Should have caught a cab.

He glanced over his shoulder to see if there was one coming, but then he looked up and noticed the bar. With a shrug, he headed in and went straight to the bar.

"'Scuse me, have you got any menus?" he asked the bartender, who passed him a list of their specialty cocktails. The Doctor frowned at the menu, lamenting its lack of food but not quite giving up. Maybe they had something with fruit juice. That had calories.

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"Doctor?" Sirius asked, turning on his stool at the familiar voice and blinking at him. The Doctor was the last person he'd expected to see here, of all places.

Actually, he hadn't really expected to see him at all, considering he hadn't been able to locate his other self. The fact that he'd obviously left the city was one of the many reasons he was drinking tonight.

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Likewise, the Doctor was surprised to hear someone calling him. He looked up and did a bit of blinking himself before finding Sirius.

"Scooby!" He strode over, tapping the menu on the bar top and giving Sirius a pat on the back. "Alive and well. Good to see it."

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Sirius rolled his eyes. "If I had a Galleon for every time someone made a comment like that...what are you doing here, Doctor? Not that I mind, but I didn't think this was your sort of place."

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"Isn't it?" He glanced over his shoulder - noticed what was going on on the dance floor. "No, don't suppose it is, not generally. Although I do like to dance." He sat down on the stool next to Sirius.

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Sirius followed the Doctor's gaze. "I doubt that's really your sort of dancing," he commented lightly. He had a hard time imagining the Doctor moving in a way that was so...blatantly sexual. Actually, now he was imagining it, and he distracted those thoughts with another drink.

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"Ohh, you never know. I have been known to shake these old hips." He did a little dance on his stool. Seeing Sirius had put him in a good mood. He still felt hungry, but it wasn't so bad he couldn't be pleased to see a friend.

"Actually, I came in here hoping for a snack, but it looks as though the options for food are... slim," he said with a small frown, looking the menu over again. He called the bartender over: "Ah, excuse me? Could I just get something with orange juice? No, nevermind, I hate oranges. Peach! Peach nectar. I'll have a Bellini."

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"Let me help you out with the food part, Doctor," Sirius replied, shaking his head and asking the bartender if he had any actual fruit at all. He received a banana, and Sirius concentrated, tapping the fruit with his wand and multiplying it into several bananas, using a Transfiguration charm.

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The Doctor's eyebrows jumped up. "Well, that was fun. Gonna do loaves and fishes next?" He reached for a banana.

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Sirius just chuckled. "It's called Transfiguration, Doctor. Far as food's concerned, I can transform it, multiply it, enlarge it, or summon it...I just can't create food from nothing," he explained, letting the Doctor help himself to the bananas.

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"Basic instantaneous cloning. You take a bit of organic matter and repeat the molecular or genetic structure, creating copies." He peeled back the banana's skin and took a bite. "I've seen it done before. Mind you, never with a bit of stick..."

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"Ten inches of stick and a lot of concentration, thanks very much," Sirius retorted, prodding the Doctor with his wand. "And I've got no idea what you just said, except for the making copies part. It's a bit more complex than that, though."

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"Of course it is; that's what I just said." He gave Sirius a smirk, then looked at the spot on his arm where Sirius had poked him. "...There aren't going to be copies of me walking around now, are there? That could create problems."

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Sirius rolled his eyes. "It would most certainly be problematic if I created copies any time I touched something with a wand." He paused. "I can't see how that would be problematic for you, though. It's not as if you haven't met copies of yourself before."

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"I don't mean big universe-ending explode-y problems," he said with a dramatic wave of his arm. "It'd just be confusing. We'd all have to wear different-coloured bow ties so you'd know which one you were talking to. Plus, if I know myself well enough, we'd all end up swapping anyway."

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"Sounds like fun to me," Sirius said, smiling slightly. All this talk of copies was just reminding him of the Doctor who'd left him, and he was finding it difficult to be upbeat about it.