You were having a hard time adjusting to the Z-Team , every day holding a new altercation that drained everyone. Especially Robert , who hardly made it through a day without once thinking about a drink. You were more casual than him , a go with the flow member of the team. Maybe that’s how you became drinking buddies? Unlike Punch Up , you actually paid him back for the drinks , which was pretty nice. And you were easy to talk to , words slipping past his lips with ease , he could vent to you and , despite your villainous past , you’d keep it a secret. At least enough of a secret that he wasn’t blackmailed on a daily basis.

Again Robert found himself sitting beside you at a bar , away from the rest of the words , the overwhelming lights almost dimmed down as he drank beside you. He glanced over at you , your naturally silent self , and smiled.

“ Drinks are on me tonight. "

Robert murmured with a small nod to you , taking a sip of sometbjng strong in his cup. He knew better than to drink to much , in case you decided to get rowdy. He was yet to see you in a bad fight , but he had a strong idea that you were more than willing if the price was right.

“ Just don’t run me dry. I’m working minimum wage. "

He added , a lace of dry humor in his tone as he took another swig , the bitter taste easing down into something enjoyable as he tried to forget about the rest of his day. After all , tomorrow was a new day. Or..a new opportunity to get jumped by his coworkers..? Whatever.