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no touching behind the bar

Sunday mornings on the green were absolutely beautiful. Sirius had always loved early mornings and his time away made him appreciate this course even more. There was marshy tall grass silhouetted by mountains, lakes, and coniferous forests, and he was out on the course so early this morning that the sky still held some pinky/purple hues.

"Ready to get your ass kicked, Sirius?" Regulus approached him from behind and clapped his shoulder.

"Ah ha, yeah right." Sirius scoffed. He hip-checked Regulus and tugged his gloves on and fastened them snugly.

"Where the hell is dad? I told him that Preston isn't coming."

"He doesn't believe you," Regulus sighed and he collapsed unceremoniously onto the back of a golf cart. "Why would you know anyways?"

Sirius shrugged and fell into the seat next to Reg, "I texted him."

"Eww, you're still sleeping with him, aren't you?"

"Well, yes." The fact that Regulus really thought he'd kicked his habit with Preston was surprising. Though Regulus only really knew about the tail end of his tumultuous relationship with Preston. "Why not?"

Regulus looked over at him and scrunched his nose, "he's old."

"He's hot."

"Who's hot?" Orion pulled up next to them on his own golf cart.

"Me," Sirius and Regulus said in tandem.

Orion laughed as he hopped off the golf cart, "the two of you got your looks from me, so I will take that as a compliment. Preston is not coming; someone is apparently more important than us," he huffed.

"Even more important than Siri?" Regulus teased, which earned him a sharp elbow to the ribs.

"Oh," Orion continued unaware of Regulus' implication, "I'm sure Pres has some hot date." He continued as he unlaced and then tightened his shoelaces, "Lord knows the reason he has that villa is so it's easier to take people home."

His father's comment shouldn't have made Sirius jealous, but he felt a twinge of it. Or maybe he just felt longing for what he wanted but couldn't have with Preston. Why his brain chose that moment to conjure up his memory of Remus and the kids he was toting around, Sirius may never know.

"You hoo, Earth to Sirius," Regulus waved in his face, "come on, dad wants to go."

They were 12 holes in when Sirius noticed the look in his dad's eyes. He didn't want to have this conversation with his father again, but it was time Regulus knew. Regulus was lounging on the back of one of their carts with a drink in his hand and his unoccupied arm thrown across his eyes. The morning was warming up and the sun was beating down on them on a cloudless day, though Regulus was certainly being dramatic.

"Regulus," Orion pushed Regulus to the side of the bench seat and sat next to him. Regulus looked over at him and then back to Sirius who was standing with his arms crossed over his chest, he nodded at Reg. "Son," Orion continued, "your brother is moving back home and taking a new job."

"Um, obviously," he chanced a nervous laugh, "you're making me nervous, dad, come on out with it."

"He's taking my job, Regulus."

Regulus laughed for real now, "ha, yeah right."

Orion and Sirius glanced silently at each other.

"Wait," Regulus continued, "wait you're joking, right?"

"No, Reg-" Sirius attempted to clarify the situation, but Orion cut him off.