The night's only just started and there's already a little edge between Quinn and Alvo, a thin string of tension that makes Woody want to roll his eyes. But that's just the two of them. Sometimes he has to wonder if they like snipping away at each other.

But tonight's for catching up and not for fighting, and he hopes damn well they honour that. "Four out of five's not bad," he chips in.

Besides, Rick would've just added an extra layer of tension. Maybe they can have a peaceful time of it for once, especially if Alvo's buying. "Pretty generous of you, mate. Feeling flush?" He knows Alvo's doing well for himself -- lives in Spain, doesn't he? But the way he tosses it out like it doesn't mean a thing makes him wonder just how well-off Alvo's gotten in the last years. Years where Woody's been pissing away what cash he manages to make here and there.

He shakes off the thought like water, not tonight, "Just Coke for me, cheers."