[Sirius steps closer to the bar so he can lean up against it, a man accustomed to bar-leaning. If he was at all strange in his approach, as if he hadn't been to a bar to some time--well, that's because he hasn't. Now that he's here, it all comes back. Like riding a broomstick.]
Seems fairly straightforward to me. Does it help if I say there was a war on?
[The bartender pours out. The noise of the place is sufficiently low-level, not quite enough to set Sirius' teeth on edge, just enough to make it feel like a proper pub. He takes up his glass when the bartender slides it across, and holds it out for an obligatory toast.]
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[Sirius steps closer to the bar so he can lean up against it, a man accustomed to bar-leaning. If he was at all strange in his approach, as if he hadn't been to a bar to some time--well, that's because he hasn't. Now that he's here, it all comes back. Like riding a broomstick.]
Seems fairly straightforward to me. Does it help if I say there was a war on?
[The bartender pours out. The noise of the place is sufficiently low-level, not quite enough to set Sirius' teeth on edge, just enough to make it feel like a proper pub. He takes up his glass when the bartender slides it across, and holds it out for an obligatory toast.]
Cheers. To cheap whiskey.