"How fucking sensible," Bob teases, clearly whatever reservations the other man has aren't enough of a bother for him not to take the piss. It will undoubtedly fuck him up later, but instead of heeding the warning, he's smirking at the older man.

The drinks are almost immediately forthcoming and taking his with a surprisingly polite 'thank you' - despite appearances his mother did raise him to have manners - he lifts it in toast.

"Cheers, to um... well, to getting trolleyed after a decent scrap, yeah?"