James was gearing up to comment on just exactly how much he'd like a beer when Remus spoke, quickly drawing James' gaze. It had been James' intention to gloss right over the statement Sirius had been quick to cover until they'd each had a few beers.
"Because I need to cheat to take your money?" James scoffed. The next instant he was asking, "Hey, get me some carrots or something, would you?"
After all, Remus was up anyway.
Turning back to the table, his fingers pulled along the column of gold stacked in front of him, estimating a vague tally. James generally either win big or loose big, though once he started hemorrhaging gold he tended to cut his loses. His usual tactics for winning at cards, namely chatting and distracting other players' focus from the game itself, didn't work so well with Marauders. With them it was all about the bluff. Not that James' hand was poor, which always made it a bit easier.
"And yeah, beer," he nodded, recalling the question that had pulled the other two from the table in the first place. He took the opportunity to swing his feet onto Sirius' chair and cross his ankles as he set his cards face down on the table.