"How was I to know that the chair would break if fallen into?  Really it's your fault for keeping weak chairs."  He huffed, hunching his shoulders against another cold wind and taking on a serious expression as Johnathan switched to the topic of politics.  "It's not the work of the devil to say a man is a man.  And it's none of my business anyhow.  Its not as if people hear what we say, leave it to the politicians and their beards  John, let's get drunk early in the morning and stumble about in the evening to get our business done hm?"  Pulling a hand out of his deep pocket, Thomas threw an arm around John's shoulders and steered him towards the bar.  "And I promise, I will not start a fight this time.  I'll just finish any that happen to stumble our way, sound good?"