The wonderful expression Regulus was displaying for all to see was priceless and Severus paid for it with a bark of laughter of his own before he threw back his drink - he'd been expecting the taste, already having experienced the wonder that was tequila - but that didn't mean it hit him with less force.
"If ya think tea leaves are bad, you should see what the crystal balls do," Severus knew that sounded wrong, terribly wrong, but it was funny too, and he actually snickered over it. "But I prefer not to go over that," he tried to look grave, an attempt ruined because he couldn't stop from smiling, "bad experience."
He pulled the glasses towards him to pour more shots, his hand seemed a bit unsteady, and a bit of the liquid spilled on the bar top, but that didn't really matter, "And what are you talkin' about, I'm pleasant, a lot, I just prefer to not be around people, 'cause most people aren't pleasant. But, you know, you're pretty pleasant, for a Black." Severus shoved the glass back at the other man.