"Something about tragedy, and personal loss, maybe even my imminent demise, all in the future, and to top it off something about having muggle drinks with a most uncouth bloke, not sure what that means, but as we are not talking about the future, no need to dwell on it," Severus tried a dead serious face, to express just how horrible the crystal ball made his future look, but fail miserably, as the way Regulus was laughing was most amusing. The serious expression faltered after only a few mere seconds, and Severus, too, was giggling uncontrollably.
"Hey, hey, you shouldn't talk so badly about your family - if it wasn't for Blacks, and Malfoys... which are the same thing really, not much branching on the family trees... but if wasn't for them I wouldn't have had any company."
An empty glass at this point was a sorrowful sight, and Severus rectified their current problem by pouring more drinks. He tried to remember how many shots of the stuff they'd had, but true to his word things were already starting to get fuzzy.