Regulus was fairly certain that stealing an education didn't quite work the way Sirius was suggesting. And never mind that Eames was his friend and let him in. School had tests and grades and official documentation. He refrained from saying any of that as he was sure it would be all lost on his brother.
The pub inside was everything the outside promised it would be, a complete hellhole in Regulus' estimable opinion. Though, he also didn't comment on the conditions considering the type of places he went for self-medication. Maybe he could find something familiar about drinking after all.
He gave his brother an odd look. What was he having? This question would be as foreign as Regulus asking Sirius, 'syringe, snorting or smoking?'. Regulus was sure firewhiskey and elf mulled wine were right out and aside from that he was really rather lost when it came to alcohol. The Christmas gifts he'd stolen for everyone were only a result of Regulus asking for assistance first, and then obviously erasing memories later.
"Whatever you're having?" He shrugged and then moved to his left to get a booth along the far wall.