Piotr, too, eyed the drinks that were laid out before them, though his gaze was focused more on the vodka selection than anything. He still couldn't help but see the specialty beers and vaguely wonder at how they tasted.
He didn't know if he was feeling quite that adventurous. They'd had plenty of excitement already.
"Vodka." Piotr said at the bartender. "Top shelf. Do not try to play games with it. I am Russian, I will know."
He didn't have any idea if Russian meant anything to the people here, if there was a Russia at all on this world, in this dimension, whatever it was.
"So angels can be captured." He said to Cas. He hadn't really thought that there would be sharing in that department, and found himself surprised that there was really any way to do it at all. "I will refrain from metaphysical cages."