Stuart walks into the Bar, just in time to see Pete chokeing. He smiles to himself.
He scans the room, and sees Rick in a dark corner, tapping his glass expectantly. Stuart makes his way over to the table, and Rick looks up, cocking his head slightly and smirking.
*What took you so long Stu?*
"Oh nothing, I just thought I would be fashionably late"
*Sure sure...*
"Anyway, bartender! Could I have a beer for my mate and I please?"
~Sure, comming right up~
*Oh no...* Rick starts to frown
*Your not going to get me drunk again are you?*
"Well, you need somthing to take your mind off business dont you?"