"Ha ha, well, then!" he exclaimed. "If you're going to get me shagged, I'll be moving in tonight. A.S.A.P., Mr. Padfoot."
He collected his hand and smirked back at Sirius. A straight flush! 3,4,5,6,7 of clubs. Horseshoes up the bum and all that good stuff. This was one of his few lucky nights.
"Holding," he declared, and triumphantly revealed the cards. "If you can beat a straight flush, I'll reorganize the whole place. Looks like you're moving my boxes, Pads!"