John rolled his eyes at Remy's comment, preferring that to blushing a vivid shade of red because he didn't do blushing. Hadn't for a long time now. "Whatever you say, man." He eased down against the bar and reached out for a shot, lifting it to his lips using the tips of his fingers and tossing it back a second later.
The burn raced along his throat and heat pooled in the pit of his stomach, causing his head to spin ever so slightly. "So... this is the 'hood," he said after a moment silence as he finished off his cigarette and stubbed it out in a nearby ashtray. "I'm sure you'll get to know all of them."