___<br/><br/>While Remus really hadn’t had any other plans for the night, he hadn’t expected to stick around for as long as he had. He could barely remember having started the evening in the library, but his clothes had certainly told that tale, the shirt and trousers too formal for the context. Somewhere between the second and third drink, Remus had eased the top button.<br/>Most recently, a sticky spot on the bartop had forced him to undo his cuffs, folding it up twice to stop it from brushing against his wrist.<br/>“No, it might seem like I don’t,” he offered when Sirius was too polite to admit that Burton undoubtedly thought him to be rude and disinterested in engaging with his peers, and had made comments to suggest as much. He glanced up at Sirius, fingers blindly at the buttons of his second cuff.<br/>A smile pulled at Remus’ lips, the liquor in his system making the room shift whenever he had to look up at Sirius, making him feel lightheaded. Right now, he couldn’t care less what Burton and Kelly thought of him.<br/>“But I mean, I’m here, aren’t I?” he muttered with an airy chuckle, eyes dipping to his sleeve when the button resisted. “I don’t think he realizes just how much of a bore he is, compared to you.”