"Hell yeah" Iosef agreed, laughing as well. Mullets weren't nearly as praised as they should be, in his opinion.
He turned around abruptly while holding the rum, and looked at the room's door where Nik's triumphant cry was heard from. "Um, what?"
A grin was quick to form on his lips once he noticed what Nik was holding. Money; sweet, smelly, money.
"That's what I want, ye-ye-yeh, that's what I want." Ios actually sang, skipping over a few 'That's what I want' lines in the process. "Are you sharing that, or are you just gonna be a greedy bastard about it?"