Regulus snorted, crossing his arms at the brunette with wired rimed glasses in front of him. "I bet you take all the girls you want to fuck backstage, hm? Do you take Evans back here?"
James eyes flickered with adoration for his best friend's little...
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========= CHAPTER 8: "HE'S NOT SO FRIENDLY" =========
JAMES IS ABSOLUTELY FREAKING the hell out at this moment. Regulus Black is just down the bar from him and he can't tear his gaze away. He's so glad that he isn't with Sirius in this moment because all would go to shit. Regulus is looking at him so intently, that when his drink is placed in front of him, he snaps his eyes back and gets up from the stool.
James quickly turns to Remus beside him. "I might just be drunk, but isn't that Regulus Black?" He points to where the curly haired boy is walking over to a boy dancing in the crowd.
Remus tuts and shakes his head. "Nope, that's definitely him." He squints his eyes to look at the two boys talking. "Isn't that Barty Crouch Jr? I heard they are old flames or something."
James turns his head so fast Remus swears he could've broke his neck. Fists clenched and jaw tightening, James glares daggers at Barty. "Old flame? Or current flame?"
"Old, definitely." Remus chuckles at his friend's sudden rise in interest. Remus watches as Barty is talking to Regulus looking annoyed for being interrupted with a girl dancing on him. "I don't see the rest of their band. Must just be them."
James looks at Regulus one more time before standing up. "I'm going to introduce myself." But as he slides off the stool, Remus grasps his wrist tightly. "What are you doing?"
"Are you pissed?" To which James just grins at, Remus rolls his eyes. "Okay, stupid question. Are you insane? That's a terrible idea, what if Sirius finds out?"
"He won't," James speaks, smoothing down the front of his shirt, grabbing his drink. "Because you won't tell him."
"James you know damn well I am not lying to him. I love you, but I can't lie to my boyfriend." The man with the scars says. "If he asks, I'm snitching."
"Please." James begs, drawing his hands together. "Don't say I talked to him. Just say...just say you saw him there. Please? If anything happens, I want to tell him myself."
And Remus can get behind that, but it could end very badly that way. But how is he supposed to pick between his best friend and his boyfriend? The answer is he can't. So he won't. "Go already, your eye fucking is making me sick."
With a giddy smile, the brunette boy with wire rimmed glasses is pushing his way through the crowd to the boy. As he approaches, Barty meets his eyes and grins with full teeth.
"Oh boy." He mutters, causing Regulus to look at him with a pointed expression. "Turn around, idiot."
And with that, Regulus spins on his heels and stops dead in his tracks. Heart beat picking up faster as the tall man with a tight fit shirt approaches him. "Regulus Black. I was wondering when I would get the honor."
