Robin was determined to wipe that cocky grin off his face. He looked at John with a wink. Of course he had a plan. Robin always came up with a plan. He could have just had John kick the table but that would be too obvious, so Robin pretended he was in pain (he was, blimey Will was stronger than he remembered), leaned in to get a better grip on the table with his other hand and flip that drink right in Will's lap. Lukewarm beer always felt like piss. "Blimey!" Robin said in shock, using Will's lack of attention for that one second to turn the tables and slam his arm down. CHEERS!