It was probably a good thing that no one had mentioned the parties. At least not just yet. Pete would probably have reacted much better than either Greer or Hill but that wasn't saying much. He didn't think either of them had enough of a sense of humor apart and put together... well, he'd already experienced his share of glowering and disapproving looks.
And given a number of them as well, especially living with the kind of people that made up the Rogues. The fact that they collectively called themselves that was.. well... it said a lot about them. First there were the inevitable adjustment issues, then Mark being Mark. And now there was Digger.
"Oi, you shut your face," Pete called back, already scowling at the very idea. But it would do the job of getting him into the room and scowling at both the television and Digger's impromptu cooler. A pot of ice? He didn't know whether to be mildly apalled or impressed by the ingenuity. Although really, no wonder they'd all gotten nabbed if this is what they came up with. "Don't expect toe rags to know a good game when they see one, anyway."