Remus was, indeed, intoxicated. Rarely the one to venture off for a pint on his own, it had seemed practically necessary once he had stepped through the doorway into St. Patrick's Day town. Joyous songs were song from the lips of all, who clanked glasses together, and tossed an arm over one another's shoulder. It was an infectious sensation and soon enough he had joined the ranks, a pint glass in hand, singing every song from the back of his memory. He brought his free hand up between Sirius' arms, pressing his finger to his lips, even with Sirius' hands on either side of his face.
"I chased a leprechaun," he then said, as quietly as he could, just as if it was a secret to be kept. Then his face erupted into an even wider grin and he shifted, placing his hand against Sirius', so he could pull it from his face. His finger tips lingered for a moment, before he shoved the pint he brought with him into the man's hand. "But I didn't forget you, I promise," he informed him, before taking a step backwards. He swayed lightly, not from the alcohol, but as though he were dancing. It looked like he was dangerously close to tripping over his feet.
"Come on baby, let's do the twist....come on baby, let's do the twist..." he spoke, in barely a proper rhythm, as he did.