Jily oneshots

Cheers To That

by wotcherpotter

"Fuck," James said to himself.

He had just sat down after a long day on set, and it was just his luck that he would spill the Thai green curry he'd picked up on the way home all over his lap.

"Been eating long?" Sirius said with a smirk.

He threw a cloth from the sink onto James's lap as he walked through the kitchen to pick up his own dinner of pad Thai.

"Cheers," said James.

He tried to mop up the spill and salvage what he could from his dinner. Unfortunately his pants were ruined, which meant he'd have to shower before he could enjoy the meal he'd been craving all day. His feet were aching in protest of their interrupted relaxation; he rushed his shower to placate them. His hair was still damp and dripping down the back of his t-shirt when he joined Sirius again in the lounge, this time on an armchair instead of his original, curry-stained spot on the lounge.

"Anything good on?" James said.

"It's Tuesday night."

"Our show's on Tuesday nights."

"We're in production at the moment."

"Oh. Too right."

Sirius snorted. There was a knock at the door, and he took a break from channel surfing to answer it. James didn't hear anything by way of conversation before Remus stormed into the living room and shoved a phone screen into his face.

"James you've got to see this," he said.

"What's going on?" Sirius said, annoyed that he had been ignored and now wasn't being included.

James took the phone that had been thrust into his face and adjusted his glasses so that he could see.

"What am I looking at?"

"You've been nominated for a BAFTA!"

"You're pulling my fucking leg."

"I'm not, honest, they've just been announced. Look," Remus took the phone back and tapped on the screen.

When he pushed it back under James's nose he could see his name in bold, nominated for 'Male Performance in a Comedy Program', in the same category as Ricky Gervais. Ricky fucking Gervais.

"Holy shit."

"Lily Evans was nominated too," Sirius said from behind him, as he scrolled through his own phone.

"Well, of course, she's brilliant," James said.

He was still scrolling through Remus's phone and looking through all the other nominees.

"That means you'll both be at the awards night," Sirius explained.

James choked on the mouthful of curry he'd just spooned into his mouth. Remus took his phone back and slipped it into his back pocket without even attempting to contain his laughter. Sirius rapped him on the back a couple of times to help but it did more harm than good. He'd probably have a bruise in the morning.

"Not having much luck tonight, are ya mate?" Sirius said, grinning as he managed to stop laughing.

"Drop his dinner on his lap again?"

"Yep."

"If you're quite finished," James interrupted.

"Don't get all diva on us now that you're a star," Sirius said, teasing.

James gave up on conversing with his best friends and settled into the comfort of a Great British Bake Off re-run to finish his dinner. He picked up his own phone from the coffee table and opened the twitter app.