The music that thumped around him wasn't much to his taste. Johnny knew he could do far better, his lip curling at the garbled, bassy trash blaring over the speakers. The scenery was good though lots of fine looking bodies packed into the bar tonight.

A smirk settled upon the rockerboy's lips as his eyes fell upon a particularly interesting person, settled at the table just in front of him.

"Well, well. Ain't you a sight for sore eyes."