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[seriousmarauder]

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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"Fun for me, at least." He gave Sirius a smile in return as he chewed on a bite of banana.

"So how've you been? Apart from alive."

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"How does it look like I've been?" Sirius asked dryly, glancing down at his drink. "Doesn't matter, though. Been through worse."

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The Doctor eyed Sirius at the question. He looked like he was drinking in a disco. By himself. Still, from what he knew about humans, that wasn't as automatically as depressing as drinking in a bar by yourself. He hadn't assumed.

"You ought to dance," he advised, looking up and referencing all the colourful lights above their heads. "If you like all that... squirmy, sweaty sort of dancing. Or you could just keep drinking. Whichever makes you feel better."

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Sirius laughed at that. "Somehow, I doubt my boyfriend would appreciate me doing all that 'squirmy, sweaty sort of dancing' with anyone else, Doctor." Except Jim, maybe. "No, I'm just here to drink. Thought I'd change it up from Furor's."

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A nod. This was one of the situations the Doctor was a bit... lost in. In other words, an entirely normal social situation. After a moment, he decided to just ask.

"Did you actually... want company?" he asked with an uncertain look. "Or is the drinking alone part of your thing?"