Encouraging Pete Wisdom was generally what led to trouble - or great times. His answer changed depending on the situation in question.
"As if I could be that lucky..." Pete replied mournfully even as he knocked back the rest of his own drink, draining the glass and then dropping it back on the counter with a satisfying thunk. "Next one's on me. Sure you don't want a light?" Because he'd finished his first cigarette, snubbing it on the ash tray they'd provided in the bar - had to be a bar to smoke instead these days, bleeding rules and all - and was already reaching into the interior pocket of his suit for the full pack. He'd end up offering one to Mick again.
Pete might have agreed with him on the subject of capes and superheroes but for entirely different reasons. Things got muddled the more supes got involved - whatever side of things they were on. And that wasn't counting all the other screwy stuff that he had wander wandered into over the years. "Name's Pete, by the way." Because he was so good at introductions.