As the last two members of their posse walked in, Will poured out two final glasses and slid them towards the edge of the table.
"Right. The war council is all here at last," he said, topping up his own glass. He'd already finished a glass and a half and was starting to build up a head of steam over this again, but was keeping it contained because of Tuck leaning beside him. The look in his eyes said everything, though. "So we're going to go cut his head off, right?"