"No one can handle me, Sevvy," Sirius joked, nudged the man beside him as though they were good old friends. And yes, of course Sirius was single - when was life any better?
Sirius downed his second double of whiskey, a smile gracing his lips. "Oh, and I'm grateful for it, Sev," he started. "If you did hex me, we'd have to brawl and fight and of course it'd cause problems at breakfast tomorrow morning, and Merlin knows Dumbledore doesn't need that..." he shoved his arm over Severus' shoulders. "We're like old chums these days."
Of course they weren't, but Sirius liked to batter Severus in any way shape or form, and that meant being nice and fun and almost friendly. "Yes, a vampire for certain. I'd say you could even give Dracula a run for his money; that old bat." He signaled for another round of shots. Why not get drunk? Severus was being almost enjoyable.