Note: I found this in my journal (that's where I wrote all my early stories) and I thought it wasn't so bad. So I decided to share with you what I could (my handwriting is horrible so it's probably different from the original)

Note 2: The italics are Remus' thoughts. But I think that's obvious.

Sirius way of getting a kiss:

"Sirius lay down! Go to sleep!" God how can you be so drunk and still smell so good?

"Come here. I want to repay you for taking care of me."

"Sirius, you're drunk."

"Thank you, Merlin the obvious! Now kiss me!"

"Stop it, Sirius! You'll regret it in the morning. Oomph! No! Get off. You do NOT want to do this."

"Fuck, Remus. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm drunk. Didn't think. But of course YOU'LL regret it straight away, as you're not drunk. Mright?"

"That's not what I said!" Fuck! What are you doing, Remus? You did NOT just say that. "I said YOU will regret it in the morning." Please, be too drunk to notice!

"But you won't… regret?" Damn! "So… why, why do you get to not regret and not me? Why do you automatically assume I'll regret kissingyou… I-"

"Because you are drunk."

"Oh! I'm drunk enough to regret things in the morning, but sober enough to speak rather eloquently and insist otherwise?" Is he saying what I- NO. He's drunk, drunkdrunkdrunkdrunk DRUNK. "… Remus?"

"Yes?"

"Would you hate it if I kissed you?" Not the puppy eyes!

"I- can't-… No, but you're drunk!" And I would love it.

"Actually I cast a sobering spell before I came in. This was just an excuse to get a kiss."

"Oh."

(SNOG)