"Oh! Such words!" Sirius let out a loud laugh. "Fine, I'll wear that horrid thing James wrote off as a gift. We'll see who wins."
Sirius looked at his hand and his shoulders visibly slumped, the alcohol lowering his ability to hide his tells. He had nothing but a Jack high. He tossed four cards and grabbed a new set.
Well, a pair of Jack's is better than nothing. "Show 'em, Moons."