Ignore him

"Alright," you shrug.

You consider letting out a biting tirade, one'll that really put these bastards in their place... but you realize the futility in it. These idiots aren't smart enough to give you a solid response, let alone understand your criticisms. It's a futile rivalry, and you have nothing to prove to them. Let them stew in their failings. In ten years, they'll still be as useless as ever, while you'll be onto better, bigger and greater things.

"Alright. See ya around, lads," you shrug, turning around and heading off.

You can feel four pairs of eyes burn into the back of your head, furious at you leaving the conversation. A few of them yell jeers, but they're half-hearted and weak-willed, only causing you to smile softly to yourself.

"Nah, the paint would've been better," you think. "Fuck it, either way."

You arrive back at the lads, finding them half-smirking at you.

"That go like you planned?" Lukas asks.

"I guess," you shrug. "I've wasted too much of my night worrying about those pricks. Let's go enjoy what remains of the night."

"Cheers to that!" Ben grins.