The party ended a while ago, everyone filtering out of Sirius' apartment - if it can even be called that. One of Black prestigious properties in the middle of muggle London that he inherited from his uncle Alphard. Good, sweet uncle Alphard who was burned out of the family tree tapestry at 12 Grimmauld Place by Walburga when Alphard took pity on Sirius.

James and Lily were the first to leave, the woman shoving her fiance out the door, claiming James is too drunk for tonight and the hangover would be a nuisance for her to deal with tomorrow. Peter mumbled something about a hangout with his other friends, before slipping out. Marlene and Dorcas too engrossed in each other to even give a good excuse before they apparated away. Remus with a small smile, claiming it's going to be a full moon in two days and needing a day to prepare for it.

It wasn't like those crazy 'get high and drunk before the professors catch us' parties from back at school. No, they were grown and forced to make adult decisions when getting together included drinking alcohol legally.

The record, Sirius' favorite Bowie album, played on the muggle record next to the floating candles. You were still sitting on the ground, where the scattered and forgotten earlier game of UNO from an hour prior - and judging by the cards, Peter was totally shoving extra cards in his pockets.

"You're too drunk to apparate home in that state." Sirius leaned on the doorway of the living room. A complete lie - you didn't even drink tonight.

Letting out a soft laugh, you stood up. "I am."

Sirius watched you, a soft smile playing on his lips. "Maybe you should stay until the record stops playing. It's my favorite."

You nodded, just as the record stopped playing. Your steps were slow and unhurried as you walked to the record player, waving your wand and flipping the record over.

Sirius watched you from where he was standing, pulling out an old Marlboro pack, and igniting the bud of his cigarette with a lighter - he always used the muggle way, claiming to love the small click of the lighter.

You sat back down on the rug, Sirius joining you as he leaned his back on the leather couch. Smoke and Starman filled the silence between you two. But it wasn't awkward at all - it was soft and sweet, filled with a comfortable feeling of being quietly alive.

"You know, it's a custom to kiss when the record ends." Sirius takes a long drag of his cigarette, his gaze landing on you. Liar. You nod anyways.