John looks up at the guy he's apparently been partnered with, and shrugs. He's bleary-eyed with drink, squinting a little to try and make the room stop spinning. This is the first chance he's had since arriving to get completely pissed, and there was no way he was going to pass that up. He burps, quite deliberately, and pats the other man's arm companionably.

"Hey, I've had worse." Not that he's particularly keen on being manhandled like this, but beggars can't be choosers. It looks like he's stuck with this looming, smirking guy, so might as well make the best of it. "I'm sticking around a bit, though. Those vol-au-vents are fucking lovely. Twenty minutes?"