For once, Sirius had decided to stay at the club after his performance, goaded by the promise of drinks and dancing from his fellow queens, and he had been feeling so high strung lately that he all but jumped at the chance. It also helped knowing that Remus wasn’t likely to be home in bed before him anyway, so he didn’t have to worry about disturbing him, not worry about just how well he’d manage to wash off the makeup at the club.<br/>Once he reached the dormitories though, he was surprised to see Remus sitting outside on the doorstep, clearly having just sat there, judging by how close the ember of his cigarette was to his face. It brought a soft grin to Sirius’ smile, knowing that it was likely for his benefit that Remus hadnt went in yet.<br/>“Mind company?” He found himself asking, voice a little too loud as he approached his flatmate, but that did nothing to dissuade the grin on his face.<br/>Even with the walk from the club, Sirius could still feel the soft dulling of the alcohol in his system, having had more than his fair share of drinks during the night and while the cool night air did something to clear his mind, he could still feel the effects too powerfully.<br/>As he stopped in front of Remus, he fished his own pack of cigarettes out of the back pocket of his jeans, having mostly had the idea to just go in to bed, but a cigarette was sounding like such a lovely idea right in that moment that he jumped at the chance.<br/>“You just got back?”