At the indication of a mixer John wrinkles his nose in distaste. "Definitely your lifestyle, mate." John scrambles down to the foot of the bed and opens the rucksack, grabbing a can for Marcus and a bottle for himself. As tempting as it is to rummage through his friend's belongings for no other reason than to be nosy, he refrains. For now.

Instead when he returns to sit next to Marcus, John drags the rucksack with him. The drinks are set between them just before he opens the bag and reaches in with both hands.

"So what else do you have?"