John thanked the bartender as he was given another beer, something he took no time in swallowing and draining dry. He meant what he'd said: he was going to get absolutely trashed tonight. "It really will." It was kind of weird but it was good to see Pietro laughing, they had all been so... out of sorts lately.
He tipped his head to glance over his shoulder, taking a moment to observe the crowd and the oh so obvious women with their short skirts and skimpy tops. "I dunno," he admitted with a shrug. "Guess I'll know it when I see it." He raked his hair back and turned slowly, resting against the bar beside Pietro. "All I know is one way or another I'm getting laid tonight."
John was haunted by Genosha and he thought too much about it. He just wanted to obliterate everything, including memory.