"I hear that," Pietro replies on the same sentiment of wanting to get nice and trashed tonight. There's a quick glance over his shoulder before there's a slight shrug. "With how drunk some of the women here are, I'm sure we'll both get lucky." And to that there's a smile. "Let's just hope that Rogue and Amara don't cramp our style." But honestly, he doubted they'd bother.
He produces a few bills from a pocket. "Scotch - plain," he orders from the bartender. When your body operated as quickly as his did, it was an advantage to drink longer - and harder - before getting shitfaced.