"Oi! Robards, slow the fuck down!" Smith called after the Seeker as they headed toward the club. A favourite hangout for reservists, Montrose would often head there on the weekends after a successful game. With it being the clubs ten year anniversary it was an even bigger reason to show. Of course the actual team tended to head somewhere else but even as reserves players the lads all seemed to get quite a bit of attention when the arrived. Usually anyway.
"Not my fault you lot are fecking slow." Robards retorted and took off at a faster pace, managing to strut the next few paces toward the club. "Besides you're just whinging because I wouldn't snogg you last night!" He tossed back before turning around and shaking his arse at Smith who made a face and nudged Roger in the side.
"Bleeding Queen," Roger called after his mate who just laughed and threw his beer can toward Roger's head. Roger managed to dodge it, but before he knew it, Robards had already made it inside the club and Roger had little change to get him back for it. Laughing, Roger and the rest of the lads made it into the club, it already seemed to be buzzing, and Roger grinned as he looked around. He'd given up on Robards and decided to find a lovely lady to chat up...