Remy smirked as he watched John down another shot and blew smoke towards the ceiling, crushing it in the ashtray moments after John did. "Mm, 's a pleasure." he turned to looked at the others again, mentally putting names to them again, just to make sure he remembered them all. He wasn't just talking about meeting - or sort of meeting - the rest of the 'team' as it were.
He shifted where he was leaning against the bar and turned to look out at the people milling around and the music thumping. He wanted there to be dancing already. He drew his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before he turned back to the bar and smiled at John. "So, you plannin' on gettin' drunk ce soir?" he asked, nudging the younger man with his shoulder.