InsaneJournal

It had to be said that entertaining the idea of keeping Sirius Black in one place for more than a few hours was going past the realms of wishful thinking and edging towards downright delusional. And despite a hectic weekend, comprising of a particularly violent personal realization that probably required an early night, at this moment in time Sirius was striding into a bar. The animagus stepped over the threshold with the casually elegant, overconfident stance of someone who was used to being the centre of attention, shaking his hair back from his face and glancing around. His expression suggested his plans for the evening weren't completely innocent, and the sly glint in his eye didn't fade as he headed for the bar.

Slipping into a stool, Sirius ordered himself a drink and swung around to examine the patrons of this particular establishment. Apparently they didn't do much to satisfy him, because he was quickly accepting his drink, not taking a sip but placing it carefully in front of him, watching the way the dark liquid quivered in its glass as he thought.

At that moment, someone new entered. Sirius' gaze was pulled up, attention caught on the newcomer, and a smirk curled playfully at the corner of his mouth as he watched them close the door behind them, blocking the orange light of the streetlamp and plunging the bar once again into the semi-darkness provided by the dim lighting.