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Sirius didn't spend an awful lot of time actually working at the pub, but sometimes, when he and Peter finally figured out there was work to do beyond serving pints and refilling the bowls with not-stale peanuts, Sirius did it with only slight grumbling and a few pranks. Right now he was hauling beer kegs and cases of bottles up from the basement to restock their supply that had been decimated after St. Patrick's day. He levitated things up the stairs, but given it was a muggle pub and he wasn't all that great at acting so Sirius actually had to carry them through the door and across the floor to the bar by himself without much of a lightning charm.

He hauled the last box of imports onto the end of the bar, shaking his hair to get some of the dust off his head. Sirius grinned rakishly at Mary and sauntered over to where she was sitting at the bar. He pulled the rag out of his back pocket and wiped the area in front of her, playing up his position as barkeep, "Now what is a pretty lady like yourself doing in a pub such as this? You know, it's kind of dangerous these days, never know what's waiting around the corner to surprise you." Ever the incorrigible flirt, Sirius picked up a pint glass and winked at Mary, setting it in front of her. "What can I do you for? On the house, of course."