Remus laughed, taking another sip of the booze. "Thanks," he said, smiling at Sirius. "I'll hold you to that if I don't end up getting one. Come on. I think I'm tipsy enough to dance now."
"Oh." James looked down at his bare chest and then shrugged. "I don't have tits like you," he explained. "I don't need to wear a shirt. Hey, do you want to dance, Evans? I want to dance."
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