When drunk, John wasn't the most responsible of men. He got loud, he got stupid, and he got far too confident for his own good. And if you mix that with a bar full of rowdy patrons, what happens? You end up in jail. So, here he was, forced to sit in this cell with a killer hangover, regretting anything and everything from the previous night.

You, on the other hand, had to deal with him every single time he ended up in this situation like the dumbass he was. For what felt like the hundredth time, you stood outside of the sheriffs office, cleaning your guns and preparing to break this fool out upon Dutch's orders.