"Feeling's mutual," Much said, because he knew Will loved him really and it was. He still flipped him off with both hands before Alan put a plate in his hands, though, and then Much sat back down on his couch bed, and winced.
"Bloody hell," he muttered, digging his hand between blankets to pull out the wad of cash he'd just sat on. He stared at it for a second, then threw it at Alan. "Who abandoned their morals to party!?"