Oh, Snivellus was around, was he? Sirius couldn't be bothered to be duped into acting even more like an imbecile than he already did on every other given occasion. His best friend was now moving in with him, he was clean and drinking whiskey. Where was the wrong? Not even Severus Snape could stir some up.
"The Three Broomsticks can never handle me, Sevvy," he clapped the man on the shoulder with a laugh. "And you and I both know I'll never stop being a teenager. Just like you." He downed the rest of his drink and signaled Jim for another.
"What time is it? About nine or so? Yes, I definitely think it's just about that time for you to be waking up and getting out of that coffin of yours." Sirius had a similar glint, mischief bouncing on his tongue as he took down the second double shot of firewhiskey.