It was a practiced dance for Sirius to attempt to wash all the motor oil off his hands, knowing full well that it was a lost cause, but also knowing how to get them cleanish. What mattered most to him was to get them clean enough that he wouldn’t accidentally leave prints on anything in this far too fancy bar, that he had picked out in some stupid attempt to impress James.<br/>Once he managed to get the worst off of his hands, he want to join James at the bar. It was just in time too, as he saw his beer be placed on the table next to James, just as he had come back into view.<br/>“Sorry mate, there was an emergency at the garage,” he stated as he sat down, far from the picture of elegance.