“Not really,” Sirius stated as he accepted the spliff, digging through his trouser pocket for his lighter. Once he had gotten a hold of it, he managed to fish it out, probably not looking particularly elegant while doing, what with trying not to drop the spliff and also not fall out of the window.<br/>“I used to just come a lot at the bar and hang out,” he explained, placing the spliff between his lips and finally lighting it up. Once the heavy smoke hit his lungs, Sirius could feel his shoulders fall down, a wave of relaxation washing over him and helping him come down after having been on all night.<br/>“I ended up chatting with the girls more often than not,” Sirius added before blowing out a huff of smoke and handing the spliff over to Remus.<br/>“And I thought that it looked like good fun, so Dahlia suggested that I try it,” he explained, unsure how much of a story Remus actually wanted, but now that he had gotten into the habit, he found it hard not to let Remus into his past.<br/>“So I did it a couple of times, just for fun, and when I got disowned it just made sense.”