The air smells like firewhisky, really, but maybe it's simply because Sirius is breathing down his neck like a dog.
Peter doesn't really know what has Sirius drunk this time. Sirius gets drunk when he's in a bad mood, and he doesn't generally share his feelings with Peter. It's James whom he tells straight away, and Remus whom he tells when he's drunk and miserable and needing advice.
Because that's what Remus does. And Peter knows, as much as the other ones do, that for all Padfoot's show of being the cool one, who doesn't really care what other people think about him, Sirius is lost...and he doesn't really know what to do about it.
So Sirius is drunk, and Peter is getting fed up with the scent of firewhisky on his neck and his face. They're sitting in a nighclub (one of those dark places Sirius seems to know about) and while James is taken and isn't allowed to dance with any of the pretty witches that are drinking and dancing and having fun there that night, it's obvious that the rest of them are.
Arne and Dev are with them, too, and they're all kind of excited (except for Sirius, who's just drunk, but they simply ignore him). So Remus is off wooing some girl at the bar and Peter can see how she's smiling and giggling and everything, because Remus is a sweet guy, wether he admits it or not, and everyone is kind of enchanted by Remus, wether they admit it or not. And James is chewing on a chocolate frog and laughing at Sirius' drunk mumblings, while Dev and Arne mingle with the crowd.
So Peter gets up after taking a shot of whatever it was they served him, making his way towards one of the lonelier tables that are in a corner. He can see two girls there, a blonde and a brunette, and the latter one catches his attention because she looks sweet and her smile is bright, her eyes dancing when she laughs. She's wearing a blue dress and silver hoops dangle from her ears as she talks to her friend.
He's never really approached a girl like this, not since pretty strawberry blonde Jenny on the Christmas holidays in Third Year, and he can't help but get a bit nervous. It was always his friends who set him up with girls, and though he's kissed a couple of times it was never anything serious or memorable. So he gathers his nerves and smoothly walks over to where they are.
And it's a couple of moments later when they're smiling at him and flirting, and the brunette is funny and cute, and Peter is amused. Amused at the faces of his friends as they realize that he's flirting with two girls, and amused at the brunette who's joking.
But then, after he's bought them both two drinks and they're laughing and enjoying themselves, they wordlessly leave him at the table and run off to dance with two guys who look like they could play Quidditch professionally.
And then it's his friends that are amused at him, and the girls that are laughing at him, and Peter feels the sharp sting of knowing for sure that if it had been Sirius, or James, or even Remus, the girls would have stayed.
So he walks back to his table, head held up as high as he can muster, though his throat is tight with shame, and endures the firewhisky-smelling jeers of a drunken Sirius.
