Rationally, Remus knew tonight differed from any other visit at the club, and that the man, an otherwise usually welcomed regular, had no possible way of knowing that. Still, Remus didn’t think it was too much to ask for the man to read the room.<br/>Eyes barely skimming over the man’s features, Remus was struck by how utterly devout of anything interesting he was, less of all after a long night in Sirius’ company.<br/>“Mate, pay attention,” he dismissed, if anything sounding a little humoured, tipping his chin towards Sirius is a telling gesture. Had he had enough foresight, he might’ve considered that the curt reply could cost him good, steady money, but then and there, it wasn’t a worry.<br/>“Already made my choice of a New Year’s shag.”<br/>Though still not seeming entirely regretful, the man turned towards Sirius, at least having the decency of looking a little flustered realising the rudeness of his interruption.<br/>“Oh, right. Sorry. Another time, then,” he managed, sending Remus a little awkward smile, before departing just as quickly as he had appeared.