Oliver kicked the door open to the flat, a case of beer under one arm and a brown paper bag in the other. Rog had requested only beer, but he thought that with a face like his, his mate could use something stronger.
"Oi! A little help here?" he bellowed as he walked in the door.
Ooo. Company.
"'Lo Spinnet. Nice friends you got." He dropped the case and the paper bag onto the counter. "See you started drinking without me."