"Like a fucking dream," Will replied, punching back at the pillow. "Selt belts on, please, in the back. If you haven't strained your arms picking up a pillow. Right. Lets go get a drink, eh lads?"
He winked at John, and got the engine going. "So, where are we going? You don't wanna drink at Diogenes on your night off, do you?" He looked up at Much in the rear view mirror in question. "Or just find someplace that serves pints?"