“So… You throw roses?”
Mamoru bristled and shifted on the barstool uncomfortably. He never liked anyone making any sort of sniggering comments concerning his powers. He liked it even less when it was coming from a crazy British wizard wanted for murder. Oh, Mamoru was aware that he was innocent of the crimes, but it didn’t change the fact that he was afraid Sirius might go off and stab him with a rusty spoon.
“Yeah, well at least I don’t turn into a puppy,” Mamoru grumbled, glancing warily at his drink that Sirius had called Firewhiskey. Mamoru had thought it was a silly name until he actually had some.
It was Sirius’s turn to be offended. “I will have you know that Padfoot is a fierce canine who could rip out your jugular long before you tossed one of your pansies at me.”
“Roses,” Mamoru snapped. “And they have steel tips. They hurt.”
“Of course they do,” Sirius said in a patronizing tone, draining his second Firewhiskey. He started to refill the glass and said, “So your bird? What can she do?”
It took Mamoru a moment to figure out that “bird” was British for “girl.” “She’s got this rock that can pretty much blow up the world.”
Sirius raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”
Mamoru nodded. “And an assortment of pink plastic scepters and rods and things.”
Sirius laughed a bit at that, clapping Mamoru on the back so that he choked on his own spit. He started on the third whiskey, wiping off his grizzle indelicately. “Didn’t I hear that one of them has a chain or something?”
Mamoru nodded. “That would be Minako.”
Sirius smirked, a bit lecherously. “I think we’ll have to be introduced.”
Mamoru almost refused until he realized that introducing Sirius to Minako was probably the best way to take revenge for the rose comment. Particularly if he flirted with her in front of a certain imposing leader of his guard who would be happy to tie Sirius in a rather painful knot.
“Consider it done,” Mamoru said, taking a celebratory sip of the Firewhiskey… and promptly launching into a not-so-celebratory coughing fit.