Sirius knew James wanted to talk. They probably had some things to talk about, too, especially things that Sirius was pretty sure he didn't want to talk about. So he let James work the bar while he took care of a few things in the back and then didn't push James out when it was time to close up. "You want a drink?" he asked instead of answering his best mate's question. He nodded towards the rows of choices he had waiting for them both before flicking his wand to a glass and the tap and filling his it up with a stout that wasn't very popular with his customers but that Sirius kept around because it was his own favorite.