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the fucking prat was these days. He had shown up for the wedding under threat of violence
and then vanished right after the vows.
"Is that why you're drinking alone?" Richard asked curiously.
Sirius rose a brow. "Do you often ask total strangers details about their personal
lives?"
Richard shrugged his shoulders. "I pride myself on being a bit of a know-it-all. Can't
know it all without asking first, can you? Plus, you don't look to be drinking to celebrate."
"Should be celebrating right now." Sirius sighed defeatedly. "Instead of a drink in my
hands, I should have my girl."
"Break up?"
"No. I got angry over something and stormed out. So she'll be bloody pissed at me
for a while. She's always pissed at me." He laughed and raked a hand down his face. "All
the fucking time. Screams like she just discovered she had lungs."
Richard chuckled. "Sounds like most women I know. What'd you do?"
Sirius withdrew a small velvet box from his pocket and popped it open, setting it
on the counter revealing the silver-banded ring. The silver swirled and curved into a pattern
similar to an infinity symbol, coated in diamonds. Then there, at the centre, rested a massive
opal.
"My God, man." Richard gaped at the ring. "Maybe you should have
bought my drink."
Sirius snorted and closed the box, slipping it back into his pocket.
"So she said no?"
"Didn't even get to ask. I walked in the room and a fight just happened out of
nowhere. Halfway through, I nearly thought about throwing the thing at her and screaming,
'See? That's what I think about the future. You fucking happy now?'"
"Romantic," Richard retorted sarcastically.
"I do what I can. Never been good at the romance stuff. Not with this one." He
briefly thought of Remus and wished to hell that he would have asked Moony's advice on
how to propose. At the time, he thought it might have been weird, being her ex-boyfriend
and all, but Sirius was scolding himself for it now. "She sees through all the bullshit. Can't
come up with a good way to ask her to marry me."