It had been atleast an hour that Johnny had spent in the bathroom, doing whatever he was doing in there to finish his routine.

Tonight was movie night and you had everything set. You were sat on the couch fiddling as you hear the sound of slippers on the stairs. Johnny looked at you as you both stared blankly. He had dripping wet hair, he was wearing a bathrobe with his name sewn into it and had a grey mud mask over his face, a sight you hadn’t seen.

“What?” He asked with a frown.