Having wanted to make a good second impression on James, Sirius had picked out a bar that was far out of his regular comfort zone; not because he didn’t know how to act in such place, but because he would much rather not. He had even managed to make a deal with his boss to get to leave a little early, but, as always, time slipped away from Sirius and now he was running late.<br/>It was so typical of him to plan things so carefully, only to fumble in the end. His hands were still black with dried in grease, as he hadn’t had the time to wash his hands properly, and he just prioritised getting to James quicker.<br/>“Hi mate, sorry I’m late,” Sirius rushed out the second he saw James, who, luckily, didn’t look like he had been waiting for too long. “Could I get you to order me a beer, any beer will do, I gotta go wash my hands real quick,” he requested, flashing his dark hands towards James, as he moved to the bathroom without waiting for an answer.