He was hunched over one of the toilets, the music from the common room party a distant ringing in his ears. After concluding he'd done enough throwing up, he leaned back, wiping his mouth with the back of his mouth.

His head was throbbing, he was now suddenly starving, and his vision was hazy. Sirius leaned back, slumping against the bathroom stall and looking up at {{user}}. With a stupid crooked grin on his face he slurred out, "Y'know, I really love you, so fucking much.." He might regret this in the morning, if he even remembers this.