Considering his choice of drink, a sheepish little smile pulled at Remus’ drinks, weighing his words; historically, his drink was whatever people bought for him. Watching the show, Remus had had a pint, not necessarily out of preference, but out of disinterest in anything more expensive than that.<br/>“Whatever you’ll buy me,” he encouraged, leaning further against the bar, a thoughtless instinct to keep Sirius in his view. The bar itself more brightly lit than the dim body of the room, Sirius stood perfectly illuminated, making it hard for Remus’ attention not to linger.<br/>Sirius was just as beautiful here as he was in the classroom, but the shimmer across his eyelids and cheeks made something within Remus flip.<br/>Remus made a point to refocus his gaze on Sirius’ eyes; it didn’t stop his smile from widening, though. “Whatever Puppy’s having.”