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Sirius tasted of chocolate and whiskey, and Remus couldn't get enough. He licked and sucked until he could finally taste Sirius and then he knew what heaven tasted like. Chocolate and whiskey. Every night from the time they were fifteen. Chocolate bought in Hogsmeade, whiskey snuck in ways that only Sirius Black could achieve. His only taste of alcohol was mixed with chocolate and Sirius and it never tasted the same without the accompanying flavors. Now he sits alone in a faded motel room. His friends are dead, Sirius is in Azkaban, and he's broken. He picks up the bottle of whiskey and the bar of chocolate and closes his eyes. He can almost taste Sirius.