Sirius / Remus dranks.
This? This was going to be good. Sirius had been through those doors now and again, scavenged for this and that and had come home with some few things to keep himself (and sometimes Remus and James) occupied. But there was a huge difference between finding a book or a game to share and an actual honest to god bar.
So obviously Sirius was excited and very much demanded the right to go on opening night. Not that anyone around was doing anything else. There was nothing else to make plans over in this little town. For the sake of pretending there was a reason to look impressive in front of the same twenty or so people that they lived with, Sirius wore his sunglasses (at night) and leather jacket over jeans that Jan had picked out for him when they’d looted that shop that one time, and a t-shirt. He thought he looked quite sharp. Even if it was sort of dark inside the bar. That wouldn't make a huge difference after a few drinks, he figured.
“It practically looks official,” Sirius said to Remus, rubbing his hands along the chipped table in front of them, like maybe he was trying to figure out where it’d been before it’d been settled in this particular place. It didn’t matter really, it was obviously better here. “Bit like I always imagined a good Muggle bar.”