"Shadowcat is the name that matters." Pyro scoffed lightly. "I don't get the changing codenames and changing them again. You don't see me taking a different mantle."
Tipping the larger liquor bottle back some, he swallowed the burning liquid down, before glancing over to her comments. She brought beers. That was kind. Not enough beers, but she brought them none the less. "Should brought something stronger." John muttered waggling the whiskey bottle at her. Of course he wasn't too keen on praising too much. He wasn't too keen on being overly nice to anyone currently. He was absolutely happy enough wallowing in his own self misery this evening.
"What has your panties in a bunch where you don't want to enjoy a good party." Pyro asked with a hint of amusement. "Do you have bad experiences with parties or is it something else?" Pyro looked at the bottle of booze. "Or was everyone fawning over this stupid little villages fearless leader, Tony Fucking Stark? I'd rather take pins under my finger nails than put up with that." Of course, John didn't know this version of Tony, but he just assumed that they were similar enough as it was, and that ultimately left Pyro having no desire to play nice with Iron Man.
Sharing a meal. He glanced to the plate of food for him and then back to Kitty. She had made the effort to bring him food, that he bled for. He let a small smile creep on his lips. "Fair." He reached out and grabbed one of the burgers off the plate and took a bite. "I'll eat."