[ He earns that squeeze, definitely, although his goal was less to untangle himself from the two people currently kissing on and/or under his legs—which would have been a pretty noble goal, let's be clear about that, if he were sober enough for nobility—as to sit up a little straighter, which in turn allows him to lean back against the arm of the sofa with an air of drama and exasperation instead of just an air of slumpy drunkenness. ]
All the things that I want, she says. Cute hair and surprising abs, she says.
[ For the record: he's not serious. Or Sirius. Or owed anything. He's only teasing, and just as quickly abandoning said teasing to pour what's left of his watery space lager into his mouth, since his mouth has nothing better to do. (Teasing.) ]
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All the things that I want, she says. Cute hair and surprising abs, she says.
[ For the record: he's not serious. Or Sirius. Or owed anything. He's only teasing, and just as quickly abandoning said teasing to pour what's left of his watery space lager into his mouth, since his mouth has nothing better to do. (Teasing.) ]