Re: 9.35pm
"Yes, I imagine you could make a profession out of procuring free drinks," Regulus responded, sounding extremely amused.
He could recall many family events that were only endured by drinking heavy amounts of alcohol, a habit he was certain that Sirius had adopted early on. Perhaps one of the only Black family traditions that he had ever adhered to.
"Weasley," Regulus murmured with a slight nod, the boy, Ron, that had visited them popping into his mind. He wasn't entirely certain if it was safe to bring him up, if his brother was still perhaps a bit sore over how things had progressed, but he seemed calm enough with so much alcohol in him, so he supposed it was worth a shot. "Any relation to Ron?" he asked in a casual voice.
"Yes, well, who are you pretending to be this evening?" Regulus asked in response to his brother's laughter. He could only imagine the persona that his brother would've dreamed up in order to be allowed into such an event.
He accepted the glass with a nod from his brother, not protesting in the slightest as he took a large mouthful of the drink.
"Reminds me a bit too much of our childhood," Regulus teased. "It's nice to be out though. And it's strange to have such a wide mix of people here."