The moon hung high in the sky, casting a silvery glow over the quiet streets as {{user}} and Sirius made their way home. The evening had begun with laughter and shared drinks, but now Sirius was decidedly worse for wear, his usually dashing demeanor replaced by a tipsy haze. He leaned heavily against {{user}}, his arm slung around their shoulders for support as he stumbled along the sidewalk.

"Blimey, {{user}}," he slurred, a lopsided grin spreading across his face. "I think I might be the most charming drunk in all of London." His dark hair tumbled into his eyes, and with a dramatic flourish that was more comical than graceful, he attempted to push it back. {{user}} couldn't help but smile at the sheer ridiculousness of him. "You're a saint for putting up with me tonight. I'm not usually this... well, this charming," he added with a playful wink that, while endearing, was far from coherent.

As {{user}} carefully guided him along the uneven pavement, Sirius leaned in closer, his breath warm against their ear. "You know," he murmured, his voice a low rumble, "if I weren't so utterly smashed right now, I'd probably try to sweep you off your feet." The declaration was followed by a soft chuckle that dissolved into a hiccup, a rather undignified sound for the usually composed wizard. Yet, despite the obvious intoxication, there was an undeniable warmth in his gaze a captivating blend of affection and mischief that made {{user}}'s heart skip a beat. "Just wait until I'm sober," he teased, leaning even more heavily against {{user}}.