It felt like it had been a lifetime since the entire (well save a few members) had been in one city at one time. Will and Robin could have used Little John the year they got caught up into their usually shenanigans and ended up in jail. He'd met up with the giant before heading to the pub. "It's like old days isn't it?" Robin could feel this surge of mischief as they came in. He was going to give Will the proper greeting for getting his out of jail free card early, his arm around his neck as he ruffled that manicured head of his. "Why so posh?" Jail was no picnic, but Robin wasn't about fluffing up to impress anyone. He let Will go with a punch in the stomach before he sat down and ordered his own pint.
John patted Will on the back (perhaps a little too hard) and took the seat as well. "That's for getting your pompous arse in jail. You two need to hang low." John had kind of become like the voice of reason. Whenever Rob wanted to run off with his own crazy schemes, John was the one that had to stop and get him to think it through. The problem with a flighty thing like Rob was he tended to get in his head the perfect plan, and if it fell apart in the middle, he'd come up with another one just as fast. It was how he escaped most of his scrapes, but John was a little more perceptive of the things Robin often forgot about.