James sighed heavily, taking another heavy swig. At the pace he was going he was going to be ass ended drunk in no time. Perhaps THEN He and Sirius would have a lonely night, because there would most certainly be too much firewhiskey.
Maybe letting Pads in wasn't the best plan.
"I could." He said, finally. "Don't get me wrong, I certainly thought about it," He assured. "but we're all adults now. It's about time I started acting like it."
He stood and walked to the liquor cabinet, fixing Sirius a drink.
"Here ya go." He handed him a mug and sat. Mugs were a quirk of James'. He hated drinking out of glasses, or even the bottles. It made it so a man could see how much misery he was wallowing in.