St. John and Peter
There was far more things to be mad about than over spilt drinks and dumped snacks. Well, not far more, but close enough. The bigger thing here, was John was trying to give a good ole fashioned college try in being a different guy here. Not getting the lot of hero types to kick his ass on the daily.
"Peter, well, I think we can make the new club then. Only need two to make a club." John left it hanging in the air if he meant that the club was new, or it was a club for new people. Semantics be damned.
"Not a person." John proclaimed drinking more of the pilfered booze. "Well, actually..." John trailed off while looking about for his roommate. With eyes on the prize he pointed off in a direction with the hand holding the glass. "I know that guy, that's Salim, but he doesn't know many either I don't think." Ultimately John shrugged at Peter. "Regardless, who in their right mind doesn't crash a party with good snacks and booze?"