Sip, sip, sip. He laughed a little as he reached to pour himself more scotch. The cup must have a hole in it, was all Sirius could surmise as he took another long sip.
"You're on. But I can bet I'll win, again, and whoooo. I'm going to be excited to visit you on that day." He dealt the cards, but stop short of five. "Let's make it a little more interesting." He waggled his eyebrows.
"Not only. Not only do you have to wear the jacket, you have to wear the fuzzy pink scarf James gave me last year for a gag gift on Christmas." He pointed, albeit slightly drunkenly, and laughed again. "Also, if you win, I'll wear the cardigan as well as... smug glasses and hold one of those tobacco pipes."