When Sirius received the alcohol he couldn't help but grumble-- it had been hard enough for James to prevent him from allowing his personal feelings on people who hoard all the alcohol from coming through in the letter, and the meager allotment was testing his last rich entitled bastard nerve.

Fortunately, he was a wizard, and even though he couldn't create good alcohol out of nothing, he could still charm the alcohol to last longer and change the flavor and brand.

Less fortunately, he found that although he could charm the bottles to replenish themselves, the alcohol remained orange, herbal, and licorice. He frowned and took a sip of the licorice and shrugged. It wasn't too bad, anyway.

Crowley,

Knew we could count on your generosity. Feel free to ask if you ever need anyone to return the favor.

Completely sincerely,

Sirius and James

With that out of the way, he turned on the music and began pouring drinks, waiting for people to arrive.

((Sorry Crowley XD Sirius=spoiled stubborn prat))