James and Lily were to be married very soon, and you were more than happy for them both. You were engaged to Sirius, and although you had no intention to actually tie the knot soon, you were living vicariously through your best friend as was he.

The bachelor party was being held tonight and in probably the worst decision of the century, James had made Sirius his best man and allowed him to plan the party. You'd already come to terms with the fact that you may never see your fiancé or the other men once again due to Sirius' stupidity and recklessness.

As the night was almost becoming morning you were attempting to fall asleep but being concerned for their safety kept you up until a knock at the door gave you reassurance. You looked out of the spy hole to see Remus trying to support a slumped over Sirius.

The door was flung open making the tall man jump.

"What happened?" You questioned shocked at the state of your husband to be.

"James questioned his masculinity and you know Sirius, he can't let his pride go and it seems that I am the deliverer of wasted wizards. I just dropped James off to Lily so I thought you might like this returned," he smiled weakly.

"You sure you don't want to keep him, free of charge?" You joked.

"I'm fine. I've definitely had enough of him for the night."

You rolled your eyes, looping your arm around Sirius' waist, helping Remus drag the intoxicated man into your house, both of you taking him to the bed, leaving him on top of the covers to sort himself out.

"Thank you for bringing him back, he owes you big time, and don't worry I will make sure to remind him."

Remus and you exchanged your goodnights before he headed back to his home and you turned your attention to your babbling partner. Whatever he was trying to say was fairly incoherent.

"Y/N," he mumbled.

"Yes, you mess of a man," you responded, flicking on the light so that you could see what you were doing.

You walked over to him, pulling off his shoes, not seeing it practical to let him sleep in them, which would just make you equally as uncomfortable to lie next to him.

"It was Prongs' stag do. Get it? Stag do, because James is a deer," he laughed to himself.

"I understand Sirius," you stated with a tired tone.

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, completely confused as though what you said was something completely mental.

"I'm not serious! I'm drunk."

You shock your head with a soft laugh giving up attempting to change him for bed allowing him to suffer the consequences of sleeping in his jeans.

"You're so drunk," you sighed throwing the covers over him.

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Written by Charlotte.