The highest pub by WrappedUp

Podfic Text-to-Speech (TTS) reading of The highest pub by WrappedUp  Summary  This is, Sirius knows, where he should reel off their drinks order, but he momentarily loses the ability to form words because this man is... well, he’s really fucking beautiful. His hair is curly; long on the top but cut short on the sides, and it’s golden, everything about him is just golden. His eyes and his freckles and the impatient scowl on his face. His lips are full and unimpressed, a little rough from the inclement weather, pursed together as he waits for Sirius to speak. “Erm,” Sirius mumbles, losing all of his usual swagger. “Three pints of bitter please.” The man nods, pulls the pints with practised proficiency and hands the card machine to Sirius. “Ten sixty.” Sirius starts. “For all three drinks?” The man arches an eyebrow. “Not from round these parts, are you?” CreatorsWrappedUp | Tumblr | AO3BurningAurora | Tumblr | AO3 | Linktree