Remus accepted the spliff and leant back against the windowpane, eyes attentively on Sirius as he inhaled. Already familiar with how Sirius looked in drag, he tried to picture the rest; a Sirius a few years younger, from a family that attended galas who still snuck out to gay bars to play dress up.<br/>It almost inevitably brought a smile to Remus’ expression, lips curling around the smoke before he picked it from his lips, exhaling into the space between them.<br/>“It pays enough?” he asked, genuinely curious.<br/>The spliff remained between his fingers almost thoughtlessly, processing Sirius’ words with a slight delay. “You said you didn’t stay late.”