Pete had spent too much time for his liking in adolescence the first time and so the second one was not welcome in the slightest. He had never been happier to be able to purchase himself a good drink - which he downed in another long pull and then deposited the glass back on the counter with a self-satisfied clunk of wood and glass. And then definitely nodded for another when the bartender came back to lift the glass from him.
Drinking was a way of life, really. Definitely an art. And Pete Wisdom was very good at being drunk.
"Don't think we'll be worrying about that one for a bit, mate. But you never know. Next time it'll be bleedin' giant Nazis driving dinosaurs down the street. Always something else in this city." A bit of an eye roll but not quite an exaggeration of how things went.