[It's definitely not the first bottle of fire whiskey that Sirius has cracked open tonight, and he wonders if it will be the last. Does he even have another bottle? Somewhere, right? He holds out the bottle, squinting at it before he pours himself and his guest another glass.] How much of this do we have left, you think?
[There's a fire in his stomach, in his throat, as he takes a long drink from his glass. He should slow down, sure, but nobody's really going to blame him for excessive drinking. At least he's not alone.] It will be a sad night if it's our last, Tonks.
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[There's a fire in his stomach, in his throat, as he takes a long drink from his glass. He should slow down, sure, but nobody's really going to blame him for excessive drinking. At least he's not alone.] It will be a sad night if it's our last, Tonks.