The joke was one that had dangerous truths behind it. Though, John wasn't sure if the hotel would allow it or not, or would it let him just to fuck the people living in the hotel and suddenly take away their everything? Things like this were left unanswered most of the time. "Of course you Americans water down everything." John stated as he swished the whiskey in his glass back and forth before taking a sip and setting down the glass again. Ultimately, John could have been sitting down with much worse people, and same for Bobby, because he was accurate. Pyro didn't give a single fuck on what he put in his mouth or didn't put in his mouth. Iceman's sexual orientation wasn't his concern.
A glance sideways, John occupied his hand with his whiskey. "Die in a fire." He spouted, a little more lighthearted than expected. John sipped on his whiskey more before being hit with the golden question.
Setting the glass down once more John stared at the liquid before answering. "Less than a month or so," John's face got somber. "So I died from Legacy, right? After saving Kelly..." He waited for Bobby's confirmation and he looked at the other man. "Then. I remember the pain and closing my eyes. I figured I was dead when I showed up here." Letting that sit he drank more because what else did you do with trauma. "You called her Kitty or Kate, but I came out the gate calling her Shadowcat, so imagine my surprise I found out little Kitty was all grown up and shit."
Laughing, John shook his head. "Never knew it. Just didn't surprise me." He commented, because again, his sexual orientation didn't fucking matter. "Nah, mate." St. John muttered waving a hand dismissively. "There ain't any of that fancy shit. You just gotta train the old fashion way. There is a gym and a pool and stuff." Which was the basics of their needs.