It's a small town, and a small bar, and a late night. They're a few drinks in at this point when a shot arrives in front of them, the bartender smiles at them and gestures towards a dark stranger further down the bar.

His head is lowered, bowed over his tumbler of whiskey, but tilted to watch them, a little smirk on his lips. They're so pretty, so perfect, so worth his attention. It's not uncommon for Johnny's obsessions and infatuations to rub off on total strangers like this, but every time it just feels so special, so new, so raw and exciting. Every single one is the one.

Johnny'll do anything to have them, anything.

He moves to pick up his glass, walking further down the bar, to their side. He speaks low, under the sound of other patrons and the jukebox in the corner. He's leaned close to the side of their face, his shoulders slumped forward a bit to reduce the space between them further. "We should share a couple more here... 'N' then a couple more at my place." Johnny offers, his breath thick with the smell of alcohol, his movements a little looser than usual given the influence.

They're so much more beautiful up close, he wants to tuck their hair behind their ear. He almost does. Stay cool, Johnny. You scare 'em off, 'n' you'll have to track 'em back to wherever they live. As fun as that can be, he'd prefer a chill night... A relatively chill night. He wants 'em relaxed.