What happened? ((James))

[Sirius Black]

Sirius rolled over, snuggling into whoever he had his arms around as he slowly began to stir from a deep slumber. It took him a few moments to realize that the body in his arms was way to soft to be an actual person. Smiling softly though he opened his eyes, and began to blink in confusion. There he was, in bed, snuggled up tight with a huge pink pig. Frowning he looked at his bed, and his eyes widened in surprise.

There were two other cuddly pink pigs, yet they were much smaller than the one he still had his arms wrapped tightly around. How much had he drank last night? He hadn't even thought he was that drunk, but then again he couldn't remember getting into bed, or how he came to possess the pigs in his bed. To say he was confused would have been an understatement but he was also mildly amused, after all it wasn't the first time he'd woken up in a confused state.

"Prongs!" he called out for his friend, rubbing a hand over his eyes, letting out a huge yawn as he pushed himself up into a sitting position, scowling at his duvet. "Care to share how me and Miss Piggy ended up in bed together? And why are my bed sheets pink?" he asked, running a hand through the messed up locks of his hair and reaching out for the water jug on his bedside cabinet.

Jeez his mouth felt like he'd been chewing on cotton wool all night.

[James Potter]

James had been sleeping soundly until someone shouting his name startled him from his slumber. His head shot up from where it had been comfortably buried in his pillow and he instantly regretted the movement. His head spun in vicious circles and it took a few seconds of mindless 'huh?'s and 'wha?'s before his head cleared enough for him to remember where he was.

With a groan he flopped back onto his bed, reburying himself deep under his covers. He'd been comfy before his oaf of a best friend had woke him, and while James was usually a morning person, all bets were completely off when he had a hangover.

"Shurrup, Padfoot." He mumbled, wanting nothing more than to be able to just fall back into a deep sleep and not wake again till his stotter of a headache had gone.

Sirius was moving around, and James was sure that that meant pretty soon he'd be getting pounced on by his best friend, or at least the covers dragged off him.

With a groan he rolled himself over...only to find his face connecting with something fluffy. The unexpectedness of it made him fling out as if fighting away some unknown attacker, and he pushed himself up so that he was sitting.

He head really didn't approve of all this moving around.

James looked down to the bed next to him. Why did he have a panda in his bed? And a giant stuffed one at that... He blinked rapidly and rubbed his eyes. "What am I doing?"

He's woke up in some pretty strange situations over recent years but they never got any less confusing. This was probably the worst part of a night out drinking - not remembering it after.

With a shake of his head he looked over to Sirius... Since when did Sirius like pink so much? James couldn't help but snicker at the sight of him all wrapped up in pink and cuddling a stuffed pig. "Do you know how much of a bender you look, Pads? No offence."

Glancing down at his own sheets James was relieved to see that his hadn't changed color over the night. Everything seemed the same aside from the panda.

He flopped back to lean against the headboard and started out, reaching out absentmindedly to scratch an itch on his leg.

...That felt weird...

James looked down then nearly jumped clear out of his bed. "What the f*ck!?"

What the hell were these things? Sparkly pink spandex? What the hell had happened last night..?

[Sirius Black]

Sirius looked over at James and hid a smirk, his friend really couldn't handle his hangovers and it was mildly amusing. It was usually the time Sirius chose to be his most annoying, however right now he was too confused about what he'd done last night to find it in him to wind James up. James though provided some amusement as he threw a stuffed panda across the room, before sitting up looking as confused as Sirius had.

"You were hugging a Panda bud....I can't really judge you for that though...apparently I've become so desperate I've resorted to sleeping with stuffed pigs." Sirius grumbled, pushing the pink stuffed animal away from him. At James's sly dig though Sirius narrowed his eyes, "Hey...pink is the new black I'll have you know...only a real man can pull it off." he said in defense of himself.

Letting out a yawn again he threw back his sheets and stood up from his bed. Stretching his arms over his head he ruffled his hair again, before frowning. "What the f*ck!?" James jumped, looking bemusedly at something beneath the sheets and Sirius being...well Sirius walked across the room and pulled the bottom of the sheets clean off James.

Laughter that sounded very much bark like erupted from his chest as he looked at James. "Oh dude...whose the bender now!" he laughed, shaking his head. what the hell had they done last night? "Evans into the kinky stuff now is she..." Sirius asked, turning back to cross the bedroom, pausing when he noticed the tattoo on his chest. For a moment he didn't do anything but in the end shrugged, not bothered in the slightest as he flopped back down onto his bed.

[James Potter]

James sent him a glare. "You were hugging the pig. I was not hugging the panda. I was facing away from it."

James really had no idea what had happened last night, but from the light shining in through the window and the fact that their other room mates were nowhere in sight, James took that to mean it was probably afternoon already... They really must have had a good night last night... He frowned.

"Hey...pink is the new black I'll have you know...only a real man can pull it off."

James just smirked at Sirius and his defensive tone. "So... It's Sirius Pink these days, is it?" He grinned. Sirius should have seen that one coming from a mile away.

As he should have expected, Sirius didn't let his shout go unnoticed and before he knew it his covers were being pulled away. Sirius laughed and James just grumbled. "F*ck off. At least I'm not the one with the pink tutu on his bed post." He pointed to his friend's bed where there was, indeed, a pink tutu hanging.

James ignored Sirius's dig about Lily and dragged himself over to the full length mirror on the side of one of the wardrobes. He grimaced at his own reflection. What do I look like...

[Sirius Black]

"So... It's Sirius Pink these days, is it?"

Sirius pulled a face and peered back up at James, "Call me what you will my friend, just know payback is a b***." he smirked, shooting a promising look at James. He couldn't help but crack up at James, seeing his friend in pink sparkly spandex had been the last thing he had expected, which was what made it so funny.

At the comment about the pink tutu, Sirius pushed himself up from his bed and a broad grin spread over his face, "Hey now we're talking..." he said loudly, pulling down the tutu and sliding it on over his boxer shorts and smiling, "Nice...only someone with amazing legs like mine could pull this off..." he said confidently.

Walking over to where James stood in the mirror, Sirius threw his arm over his friends shoulder and smiled brightly, "What the hell did we get up to last night my friend....must have been awesome..." he chuckled, ruffling James hair, pushing his head to the side slightly as he turned and headed to the window.

[James Potter]

James watched in the reflection of the mirror as Sirius grabbed the tutu in question and wasted no time in pulling it on. How could the guy wake up in a pink bed and not care?

James didn't respond to the comment about Sirius's legs, just waited till Sirius threw his arms around his shoulders. For several seconds they just stood, staring at their reflections in the mirror.

"What the hell did we get up to last night my friend....must have been awesome..."

Sirius's chuckle was infectious and before he knew what was happening James was laughing with him, shaking his head at just how ridiculous they both looked. "I have no freaking idea. But whatever it was? It's probably best that we don't find out."

He followed Sirius over to the window and looked out silently for a few minutes before shoving Sirius in much the same was Sirius had shoved him.

"C'mon. Let's at least get changed before someone sees us and think's we're a pair of cross dressing gay boys or something." He shoved his friends shoulder with a laugh. "Unless that's what you want to be called around here?

[Sirius Black]

Sirius smiled at James, laughing along with his friend as he joined him at the window. For a moment it took Sirius's eyes to adjust to the brightness, but before long they did. "I think your right my friend...probably will find out at some point though...things do have a way of catching up with us..." he said.

James shoved Sirius in the same way he had just done to James, and Sirius just chuckled. "Tell you one thing though, I'd love to know what the hell possessed this..." he said pointing to the cross tattoo on his chest. Looking at James he pulled a face and shrugged his shoulders, it didn't really bother him he just fancied knowing who was lucky enough to get a look at his body.

"C'mon. Let's at least get changed before someone sees us and think's we're a pair of cross dressing gay boys or something...Unless that's what you want to be called around here?"

Sirius held his arms out to the side, in a pose that clearly said, 'oh please' and he smirked, "James, come on...the gay community would be lucky to get us...well me at least...I mean look at me..." he joked, wiggling his eyebrows before turning to head back to his bed.

[James Potter]

James followed Sirius's pointing and his eyes caught on the tattoo on his chest which he hadn't noticed before then. His eyes widened and he glanced down sharply, pulling his shirt up to check his own chest. "Just please tell I don't have one to match!" He grimaced at the very thought of it and what his parents would say if they ever found out he got inked.

There was nothing on his chest and he tried to angle himself so he could see his back in the mirror to see if there was any sign of ink anywhere on him. He searched all over his front, back, arms... nothing jumped out at him and he let out a sigh of relief. His parents would kill him...

All James wanted to do now was to just get dress and put this behind them, and he said as much. Sirius just struck a pose and made a comment about the gay community being lucky to get them. "Sure they would..." He muttered. "I don't even want to think about what my parents would do, though."

Sirius had already turned away to his bed and James made his way back to his own. He really wanted out of these stupid pink pants... Where did he even get them from? He sure as hell didn't own them!

Damn the stupid things were impossible to get off! "Arg!" He grumbled and swore under his breath as the stupid stuff managed to nip and pull at the hairs on his legs as he fought to get them off. They were so darned tight... Just as well he'd had his shirt on because the blasted things left nothing to the imagination.

Something hit the ground behind him and he spun to stare down at it. It was then that his eyes caught on the small pocket on the inside of the spandex pants he'd been wearing. He reached in to see if there was anything else it it. Thankfully, there only seemed to be whatever had fallen to the ground.

He reached down cautiously to pick them up, reluctant to flip them over and look. He was pretty sure they were photos... He wasn't wrong.

"Oh. My. God."

There were three photos in all, and all the typical moving ones that you'd expect to see. James really wished he could un-see them. "I think I've just found out what we did last night..."

The first photo showed the two of them with bottles of god-only-knew-what in their hands, sitting on a small sofa, with two semi-naked women standing over them. In the background it was pretty clear that there were more of those women. One of the women was running her hands over sirius - tattoo already in place and shirt already missing, and the other was standing next to James and, if he wasn't mistaken, wearing the same pink pants he'd just woken up in. Where the heck were they? "Do we know any... strip clubs, around here?"

The second photo was worse than the first. The first woman had only a tiny, stringy thong left on and was straddling Sirius over the sofa, getting was closer to him that James wanted to see, while the second woman was in a similar state of dress and trying to get the pink pants onto James, who was laughing and just swigging more booze.

James closed his eyes briefly, not sure he wanted to look at the third one. He wished he'd listened to instinct.

In it, both James and Sirius were sitting on the sofa, one arm around one of the women (who had at some point switched places) and the other arm around each other. One of the women was pushing James's face towards Sirius and the two of them appeared to be locked at the lip, and the other woman was groping Sirius. Which in James's mind, totally didn't seem fair!

"Oh god. Oh god!" He groaned and flopped onto his bed, eyes closed, photo's still clutched tightly in hand. "What has been seen can not be unseen..."

[Sirius Black]

Sirius turned to look at James when he heard his friend grumbling and laughed, the sound more like a bark. "Ha, they a bit tight there Prongs...better make sure the crown jewels are still in working order..." he said, happy he'd managed to keep a straight face for longer than several seconds before he cracked up laughing once once more. Seriously though, he couldn't help but wonder how they'd ended up in such a state last night, made him wonder what was waiting for them when they left this dorm room.

He removed the tutu and tossed it on to his bed, reaching for a pair of pants that lay over his open drawers. As he pulled them on James caught his attention and Sirius looked over at his friend, watching as his friend looked at something resembling photo's in his hand. "Whats up bud?" he asked, grabbing a wife beater vest and tugging it on over his head, before grabbing a shirt and walking over to James. "Ah photographic evidence...good or bad?" he asked with a smile, peering down at the photo's.

Sirius was made up with what he was seeing, there'd obviously been a lot of drinking, some incredibly hot women...a lot of them by the looks of things. Had Sirius pulled last night? Surely he would have remembered being with a woman that looked as hot as she did. "Hey your girlfriend has your shorts on!" Sirius barked, laughing loudly. James mate I'm not even sure there are any strip clubs here...London yeah...please tell me we didn't sneak into London...!" Sirius said, wondering how the heck they'd gotten away with something like that. Sure they were good but getting away with something like that was genius, Sirius wished he could remember how they'd pulled it off.

The second photo was even better, and Sirius's grin remained firmly in place. When the third photo was revealed though a stunned silence fell between them. Sirius snatched the photos from James, gawping at it after his friend flopped down onto the bed. "Whoah...James buddy...." words failed him for a moment before a grin spread over his face and he kicked James's foot lightly, chuckling as he walked over to the noticeboard between their two beds was. Most guys would be horrified to know they'd snogged their best friend but in their defense they'd been drunk so Sirius didn't dwell on it.

"Epic...seriously...admit it, we'd make a hot couple..." he teased, shooting a smirk at his friend before sticking the photo's beside the few others they had. Rolling his eyes he stepped back from the board and looked at James before rolling his eyes, "Oh quit pouting prongs, you should think yourself lucky, not many guys have had the good luck of snogging me...and come on...I'm hot." he joked, hoping to elicit a laugh from his friend.

[James Potter]

James didn’t hear a word that Sirius was saying he was so gobsmacked at what he was seeing in the photos he held. He was vaguely away of Sirius peering over his shoulder to look at them with him but he didn’t bother to tune in to his words. He’d kissed Sirius. He’d actually kissed Sirius? ’Someone tell me this isn’t real…’ he silently wished. Now he thought about it, James was actually glad that he couldn’t remember any of the night. It meant that he didn’t have to hear his own drunk explanation of what had made him decide that it would actually be okay to start snogging his best mate… Sure there were hot chicks involved, but… really?

James flopped back on his bed with a groan, glaring at Sirius’s comment about them being a hot couple. ”Next time you steal a GT mag from that shop near Moony’s I do not want to find that photo on the cover!” The very thought made him shudder. So, in reality it was probably quite funny that he’d been caught kissing Sirius on a drunken night, but right now, it was awful. It made him feel sorry for those poor blokes in Hufflepuff who started snogging at Halloween. Sure they were under a love potion but they’d have remembered the whole thing. At least James didn’t have that problem… just photographic evidence…

He watched as Sirius headed for the notice board between their beds and his head shot up. ”Tell me you’re not seriously going to stick them up on there!?” Oh, God… just what he needed.

[Sirius Black]

Sirius looked at James and rolled his eyes, his friend really was being a bit too dramatic, it was only a kiss, a drunken kiss at that. Surely they'd done crazier stuff, though he had to admit this was one of the craziest things. "Of course I'm going to put it up here Prongs, stop being such a mood killer it was a kiss...you should honored lover..." he teased winking playfully at his friend, already able to make a joke about it. James had to stop being so serious, it was a buzz kill.

Stepping away from the board he smiled and clapped his hands together, "You going to lay there all day daydreaming about my kissing skills or you going to get up and face the world with me my friend?" he asked, swatting his friend against the leg. "Come on get up bud..." he said, stifling a yawn. Actually now he thought about it he was extremely tired still, maybe it was best he stay in the room, get some more sleep...whatever they'd gotten up to last night had really wiped him out.

He really wished he could remember it.

[James Potter]

James rubbed a hand over weary eyes and sighed. Maybe he was thinking too much into it. Sirius was right, it was just a drunken kiss. It wasn’t like they’d been thinking straight when they decided to do it. That would be a completely different story. He needed to just chill a bit, and get over it. It was funny, right? Nothing to go wacko over. It wasn’t like they were gay or anything like that, they were just drunk so… Yeah. Okay, James could be cool about this.

"You going to lay there all day daydreaming about my kissing skills or you going to get up and face the world with me my friend?"he asked, swatting his friend against the leg."Come on get up bud..."

James scoffed and pushed himself upright. ”What kissing skills?” He pushed to his feet and immediately pressed one hand to his forehead. Damn this was looking to be one b*tch of a hangover… His head was spinning dangerously. ”You know what, mate? I think I might just sleep.”

Sitting back down, James knelt his elbows on his knees and leaned his head on his hands. Oh damn this one was going to be a b*tch to get rid of. Maybe after a bit more sleep and a shower he’d feel well enough to head down to the hospital wing and sweet talk Madam Pomfrey into giving him a hangover potion or even a pepper-up… He could cope with smoke billowing out of his ears for a couple of hours if it meant getting rid of this head splitter.

[Sirius Black]

”What kissing skills?”

Sirius feigned a look of shock and placed his hand to his chest, gasping in horror. "I will have you no my dear Prongs, that my kissing skills happen to be legendary..." he exclaimed, trailing off. Shrugging his shoulders he sighed, "Your kissing skills must be bad though if I forgot completely. No wonder Evan's keeps running away from you...I'm tempted," he joked, not bothering to fight back the smirk on his face when he looked over at James who had sat back down on the bed, going a sickly color.

”You know what, mate? I think I might just sleep.”

"Yeah I think that may be a good idea my friend, your looking a nice shade of green there..." he commented, running a hand through his hair and messing up his curls, whilst also trying to hold back a yawn. He was half tempted as well to stay and sleep some more, but he was hungry and that trumped everything else. "Want me to bring something up from the kitchens...you know how much them elves love to help us gorgeous looking blokes out." he grinned broadly.

The elves down in the kitchen had become quite accustomed to the Marauders showing up unannounced. In fact they always seemed to welcome the boys with open and arms, and although the Marauder's probably weren't the only ones who paid nightly visits to the kitchens, Sirius was confident they were by far the favorite of the little workers.

[James Potter]

"Oh ha ha." James sat back down and buried his head in his hands. Usually, he'd have come up with some sort of come back to Sirius's comment but right now all he could think of what the uneasy, nauseous feeling that was threatening to overwhelm him. Sleep... He definitely needed more sleep, because he definitely didn't want to be spending this day on the bathroom floor. Sleeping it off was a lot more... dignified that sitting with your head down the bog.

"Want me to bring something up from the kitchens...you know how much them elves love to help us gorgeous looking blokes out."

Again, James's stomach rolled uneasily. "Right now? The idea of food sounds like the worst thing on earth. But when I wake up I think I'm gunna want to stuff my face from now till christmas so..." James managed to look up long enough to shrug at Sirius. "Something I can eat cold or something." That didn't narrow it down much, but if it came to it, James could deal with cold toast. Or he'd just attempt a bit of spell practice and try and warm it up himself...

Groaning, James flopped himself back on his bed again and closed his eyes. "How do you not have this b*tch in your own head, mate?" They were both drunk out of their minds last night, that much was clear from the photos, but how Sirius got away without the head splitter James would never know. "And you might want to put some proper clothes on before you go out. You still look like a puff." He grinned as best he could and looked to Sirius. He was just messing him around, Sirius knew that.

[Sirius Black]

Sirius smirked at James and shrugged his shoulders, “So I take it a greasy runny egg with a side of bacon, beans and black pudding is not something you could eat?” he asked innocently, chuckling at his friend suffering with a hangover. Waving a hand he shrugged and rolled his eyes, “Don’t worry sugar lips I’ll bring you something up.” he said making a move towards the door.

James spoke again making Sirius turn to smirk at his best friend. Really Sirius was surprised himself, considering he couldn’t remember last night he should be feeling as bad as James if not worse, but he didn’t. Well that was a lie, he had a headache but it was manageable, more than anything he was craving sugar and anything else he could shove into his mouth, he’d take that over what James was feeling any day. “I think I just got lucky this time around mate.” he said, shrugging again.

At the comment about his clothes Sirius acted affronted, holding his hand against his chest as he looked at James in horror. “How dare you. I’ll have you know the ladies love the gay’s...so puff boy it is...” he joked, shaking his butt before turning. ”Be back in ten my friend...” he called over his shoulder as he stepped out the dorm and took off quickly towards the kitchens.