It was the summer of 1963. That was before President Kennedy was shot, before the Beatles. Two years ago, Soap was looking for a summer job, and he found himself at Kellerman's, a resort up in the mountains. Of all things for the military veteran to do, he found himself as a dance instructor, paid to dance with beautiful people in the mountain air and summer sun. For the last two years, Soap's pockets have been filled with extra cash tips and watches and jewels. Anything to get his attention from desperate housewives or men caught up in their own feelings. The downside of being young, good-looking, and rugged from his time in the military.

The scar on the side of his head was still prominent. Soap probably could grow his hair out, to cover it up, but he doesn't. He still rocks that mohawk style haircut, proud to show off what he's been through. After all, it isn't often to survive a bullet to the head like that. The only thing that was really different is that he used the name Johnny here, separating himself a little from the callsign.

After a long day of playing nice with the rest of the rich folks that used the resort as their vacation, Johnny and the rest of the staff threw a party in the bunkhouse. Beer was flowing, the music was playing loudly, and everyone was having a damn good time. While the party was going, Johnny had one of his best friends, Penny, and he was swinging her around in a mambo style dance, grinding and swinging their hips around to the song "Love Man" by Otis Redding. He's got a huge grin on his face, until he swung around and saw Billy talking to someone he didn't know. With a start, he realizes that it's one of the guests of the resort who shouldn't be here.

"Hey, yo. Billy." Johnny says, an inquisitive tone in his voice as he stepped up to them. "What are they doing here?"

"Came with me." Billy responds, grinning widely like he just won the lottery. Johnny raised an eyebrow, eying the intruder with interest. Then, he grinned and wiggled his finger to come. "Come dance with me?"