When Remus left Sirius' immediate proximity, a spike in adrenaline shuddered through him. Even though Remus had, only moments before, jokingly reassured Sirius that he wouldn't run off, Remus suddenly felt overcome with a primal urge to do just that.<br/>As he crossed the floor towards the bar, he, incredibly, felt more out of place than any other bar he had ever visited. He felt<span style="font-style: italic">figured out</span>, like everybody already knew too much about him for comfort, even though his presence was barely acknowledged by the other patrons.<br/>His heart was in his throat when he reached the bar, but, thankfully, he didn't have to linger long before a bartender came to take his order.<br/>The lad behind the bar was friendly, and there was an ease about the way he approached the interaction that should have felt reassuring or comforting. In reality, Remus felt flushed, awkward not only in their surroundings but in the fact that he properly looked well shagged.<br/>"Vodka tonic," he sputtered out, unfamiliar with any of the drinks listed, and needing something far stronger than a pint.<br/>Remus tried not to read to much into the way the bartender asked if<span style="font-style: italic">that was all</span>, having to fight the urge to turn around and judge just how visible they had been from where the staff were standing.<br/>"No," Remus replied, once again feeling his cheeks heat up. In the back of his mind, Remus knew it wasn't out of embarrassment; everything felt raw and public and for a moment,, Remus wished they had just gone home together. "Sirius wanted something, too."<br/>The bartender grinned at that, though, surprisingly, Remus didn't feel like he was being smug about it.<br/>"Sure thing," the lad smiled, before moving away from the conversation, offering a quick<span style="font-style: italic">I'll get that for you</span>before heading towards the liquors.