This had been a really long couple of days. His club was bogged down by maintanence Hell and all the stupid, nitty gritty things that Sirius didn't even like thinking about, let alone dealing with. Then there was his meeting with Regulus. And while that had gone well it jad left him emotionally raw and on edge. He hated his family home, no matter how Reg had cleaned it up, and while it had been a nice surprise seeing his name back on that tapestry had stirred up some emotions he just wasn't ready to deal with. Plus the revelation about Regulus and Remus had thrown him much more for a loop than he had ever anticipated. He hated the ugly, petty, jealous part of him that screamed Remus was his friend and Regulus had no right... And on top of everything he was now somehow raising a pig with Severus Snape. It was all much more than he was able to handle.
So he sent all his workers away and settlef down to the important business of getting drunk. You couldn't feel anything when you were drunk, and nothing could hurt you.
He was already two sheets to the wind when he heard Remus' voice. Sirius couldn't help immediately feeling better just knowing the other man was around.
"Remus. Hey! I'm up here in the VIP section."
He waved from the lavish couches that were set up on the second floor.
"You look done in. Did the kiddos harass you? Come have a drink."