"Is that right?" Harold said, sweeping a glance over at Corner as he swiped his beer. "Seem to recall you leaving me in peace anyway. Plus, probably wasn't a good fit for you, on the right side of the law." He puffed on his cigarette, raising a brow at Corner.
He lifted his other brow at Spinnet's statement. "Only because I'd get shitty cheap drinks if I left it to you two," he said with a pointed finger and a smirk, as he got up from the table and made his way over to the bar. "Six Baby Guinnesses," he ordered, leaning against the wood as the bartender measured out the irish cream and Tia Maria into the shot glasses so that they looked like mini pints of Guinness. It wasn't a strong shot, but it'd wipe the taste of the Car Bombs out of their mouths.
Collecting the tray and weaving back to their table, he dropped down into his seat. "Double round," he stated with a wave of his hand.