Sirius was quick to catch James' attention, looking up at the sound of his voice, glancing over his shoulder to keep him in his sight as he whirled past him.<br/>"Sure," he grinned into thin air, Sirius having turned a corner far before James could process the request. He was sporting a wide grin, inevitably humoured by Sirius' nonchalance, when he turned his attention back towards the bar. There, the server had reappeared with the first order of lager; judging by the furrowed hesitation across his brow, he didn't seem nearly as impressed with it all as James was.<br/>"Another lager, mate, please," James asked politely, not wanting to leave room for the bartender to think twice about the state the bathroom would be in after Sirius had washed off motor oil off his hands.