If it isn't a lager, it's tea. Sometimes Sirius feels like he could use both. Right now is definitely a pint moment, though. He leans back a little in his seat and tries to look casual.

It's... pretty adorable how Remus is clinging to his side.

"Aaahhh....." We he has accidentally managed to get himself a night or two, without realizing he was paying. Should he just put salt in the wound? Sure, why not. Whatever. He doesn't need dignity.

He makes a nod toward a girl who has been giving them glances ever since they walked in. She seems to embody the descriptor of "firecracker".