Remus lifted his head out of the pillow, on the other side, the traitorous fluff ball of doom sat (aka, the cat), staring at Sirius with a disgruntled glare.
"Padfoot," he said with a happy smile and a stifled yawn. "I think I blame you both. It's got to be liquor poisoning," he huffed, scooting over and making room. Next to him, the unnamed white cat gave a threatening "mrow" to Sirius, standing up and pawing at the pillow.
"Iss what I get for letting you both talk me into drinking." Rolling onto his back, he scrubbed at an eye and then held an arm out for him.