So apparently Sirius was having a drink with his ex and his ex-marrying-cousin. It didn't seem he had much choice in the matter, not without being very obviously the villain here and consequently making everything horribly worse from here on out. Not that it really could be much worse.
A little voice in the back of Sirius's head, which sounded disconcertingly like Remus, praised him for his sudden foray into maturity.
Sirius quickly shut the voice up, ensuring it and himself that he was doing this because he needed the bloody alcohol. He nodded curtly and took a seat on the armchair across from the couch, silently picking at his trousers until the glasses clinked into view. He sighed in relief and summoned a bottle of the strongest firewhiskey in the cabinet.