John turned his head to regard Pietro through a dark blonde strand of hair. "Pietro," he greeted friendly enough. He turned his attention away when the bartender asked for money for the beer he'd pushed over towards John. John handed it over then scooped up the bottle and promptly swallowed a mouthful. "And I'm looking forward to getting trashed tonight. Just so you know."
He had yet to scope out the 'talent', preferring to focus his attention on getting as much alcohol down his throat as was humanly possible. "Nice getup by the way," he commented a fraction of a second later after having looked at Pietro instead of taking him in via his peripheral vision. "You'll get lucky tonight."
John gestured towards the bar with a ridiculously long tapered thumb. "You want something?"