Elliot's request of spilling the drink had Mason laughing so hard it was with zero effort that he exaggerated a little and spilled the remnants of his glass into his mate's trousers.

Still laughing Mason glanced at the ladies who had been eyeing them, the mild looks of horror on their faces and Mason had to wonder if they thought the pair were drunk; then again, Mason would rather be considered under the influence than under the scope of consideration. With his shoulder he nudged Elliot toward the exit and muttered a, "Brilliant plan." Under his breath, still laughing slightly.