How could Pietro live up to his codename of "Quicksilver" if he wasn't the first one to arrive at the bar they all agreed to meet at?
There's nothing fancy about his attire. Typical shirt, jeans, and dark hooded jacket. Silver streaks of hair are pushed back in a suave manner. Hell, he was simply born to look this good.
Just for the sake of the others, Pietro hadn't consumed any liquor yet. He simply indulged in a cigarette here and there, and scoped the bar out a few times for some interesting women to keep in mind - and how short their skirts were.
It was then, while his attention was drawn to a voluptuous blonde who appeared to be mingling with others, that John came to the bar. Only when the woman disappeared into the back to use the restroom did Pietro look around. A smirk graced his lips as he approached John. "How hard are we getting plastered tonight?" He asked his fellow teammate in a light-hearted and rhetorical manner.