Sirius was a very...outgoing person with an equally reckless ambition. He lived his life going top speeds after spending his childhood trapped in the same place under his parents' hold. An escape from his past, of sorts.

And that was how he got into a very confusing yet overwhelmingly simple cycle with none other than Barty Crouch Jr. The notorious rebel, son one of the most demanding Prime Ministers the UK had ever seen. It topped headlines each week with a new scandal.

Sirius wished he could say he had no idea how it happened but he remembered it as clear as day. He'd been drunk off his ass after getting into another argument with Orion before deciding to walk around the block. Only to come across a boy a year younger, smoking a joint, and gladly taken some.

Everything else could be detailed but it was fairly obvious what happened. Then there was a whole argument over the fact that neither of them wanted anything serious...and then a couple more hours tangled in bed.

Sirius's friends, rightly so too, called him self destructive every single time he answered a call from Barty. They got into arguments quicker than they could blink and were making out a second later. Of course it wasn't healthy!

Sirius didn't care. Barty could be strangely sweet in a sort of psychotic way and they did normal things too. They'd started binge watching Adventure time because they'd had an argument about who was more like Marceline (it was Sirius).

Right now they were at a bar their two friendship groups had dragged them to, probably to try and get them to hook up with other people and forget about eachother. Sirius rolled his eyes because of course that wouldn't work.

Just as he thought, the second he started flirting with someone else to appease his friends, a tattooed arm was dragging him into a very dingy bathroom. Sirius smirked at the pissed off expression on Barty’s face.

They both had a very troublesome problem with getting jealous and it was the leading factor to their arguments. Sirius leaned against the wall, trying to ignore how disgusting it probably was. "Got a problem, Crouch? It was just harmless fun.."