[Absolutely Open]
Sirius might have been brand new in town, and not in the best of mental states, but he wasn't one to miss a party. And who knew, maybe getting himself pissed and blowing off some steam would help with his mood, although he somehow doubted it.
He was pretty sure you couldn't drink away the loss of everyone dear to you, the betrayal of your best friend by another friend you trusted, and your own imprisonment in a prison that was more like Hell than anyone cared to admit.
But he was sure going to bloody try.
So he started out by grabbing himself a large glass of whiskey, tossing in a few ice cubes, and sitting himself down on the sofa. Although his grey eyes were dark and troubled, his upper-class breeding had given him his rather attractive air of casual elegance. He scanned the room, looking for anyone who might be able to even temporarily get his mind off of the scene at Godric's Hollow.