Having known Art Pettigrew for a fair few years at this point, Gordon rather thought the truth in the fact that his friend was not in debt anywhere was quite amusing. "Good for you mate, keep it that way." Being the one indebted to another was not the position to be in. No, Gordon much preferred being on this side of the money lending.

"Not a betting man myself, I like a sure thing." Clicking the till closed, he grabbed a rag to wipe down the counter before tossing that toward the stairs to the basement. "You wouldn't like betting against me anyway." As a general rule of thumb, Gordon didn't often lend money to friends unless they were desperate or he was completely sure they would be good on the return. "Finish that up eh, I'd like to get the fuck out of here for a little while." Randomly wandering around London with a pint in hand generally was frowned upon and brought on unwanted attention and Gordon was in the mood for a wee bit of gentlemanly amusement this evening.