Out of the corner of his eye Severus saw the momentary shadow of suspicion cross his drinking mate's face. Severus couldn't blame the other man. They were both Death Eaters that had had misgivings about their alignments, and more importantly had acted on them. Their actions alone, if discovered by anyone else they knew, would get them a personal, one on one interview with the Dark Lord himself - Regulus had recieved that interview, in fact, or so the rumors said.
"Relax," Severus considered what he was about to tell the other man might not be in his best interest - but there was the fact that Severus's actions and intentions were open for all to read about, so attempting to hide them seemed silly at this point, "I am not about to rat on you," the rumors never really quite said what it was Regulus had done, "Who would I tell? And even if there was someone to run to - I would not, cannot actually... not anymore anyway."
This place was bizarre to say the least, there were books about them, and Regulus shouldn't even be alive. That was a subject the two had not discussed, and Severus assumed it now fell under the umbrella of things that were never to be brought up. Severus would be suspicious of everyone he talked to if he'd died and the after life appeared like this. That was one possibility he had not considered, maybe he, Severus, had died...
But that was suddenly too much for his mind to handle at the moment. He needed more alcohol.
He took another swallow, and smiled at the display of bottles before him, and at Regulus's suggestion, "What? You plan to try them all? You're liver will check out for sure."