[Heigo's not sure if he's relieved or doubly annoyed that the sloppy drunk who just pinched him is someone he actually knows - at least not until John makes it clear that he plans to stick around for a conversation, which tips the scales right over to annoyance. Still rubbing at his shoulder (listen, there's a big bruise from a harder pinch right there, he's not delicate or anything), he gives John a long, flat stare before glancing away.]

Don't get me wrong, John, I can get falling-down drunk with the best of them, but not on St. Patrick's Day. Not since I lost my damage deposit for staining my bathroom sink green with the next day's vomit. Besides, my favourite time for drinking to excess is any time the rest of the city isn't doing the same thing.

[John's smile is infectious, though... not enough to put Heigo in a good mood after the day he's had, but maybe enough to lift his spirits from abysmal to foul. He flicks one of the shamrock antennae on John's headband and snorts at the way it bobs back and forth.]

I hardly need to ask if you're enjoying yourself.