"Care to say that again, Scarlet?" John gave him another hearty pat on the back in warning as he took his own seat, Robin giggling like a school kid and pointing at Will just before his own back got slapped and he snorted down his drink.
"Bollocks! That burns!" Robin felt his nostrils bleed with beer and yet he couldn't stop laughing.
John sighed, pointing his finger, "That's what you get for throwing out pleasantries Robin." It did always work on John. When it came to helping Robin out, sometimes they all did their fare share. The man could point in one direction and they'd stumble over themselves for him. It was hard to think that when he was choking on his own saliva at the moment, but he was brilliant.