Remus, too, seemed to get caught up in the way Sirius had phrased his drinks order. It had made Remus' expression change slightly, yet, what occupied Remus by having to ask for a drink<span style="font-style: italic">for Sirius</span>was the inevitable implication that Remus was, in fact, buying Sirius a drink.<br/>For a moment, it all seemed too public, too much up for the interpretation of strangers. Remus' lips parted, momentarily considering asking Sirius to be specific, solely so that he didn't have admit to the bartender that he was the one who had been snogging Sirius.<br/>"Right, yeah," he ended up replying, too much of a coward to demand anything else of Sirius - and, more importantly, beyond pretending he wouldn't kiss Sirius again before the night was over.<br/>Finally, Remus shifted. Blindly he grabbed his jacket and, with it, his wallet. Steadying himself, he used his hand on Sirius' knee as support to push himself upright; once standing, Remus removed his hand. The booth, even with the table pushed at a distance, was narrow, and Remus edged past Sirius, not properly looking at him.<br/>"I'll be back in a minute," he said once free of the confinements of their seat. He didn't fully know why the found the addition necessary - Remus<span style="font-style: italic">hoped</span>Sirius didn't suspect this to be a ploy to run off. Maybe specifically because of that, he offered Sirius a timid smile, before heading off towards the bar.