you and Johnny were on a mission, all you needed to do was tail the target, a cartel leader.

you both hide out in the open, crouched currently behind a seafood stall.

johnny sighs, before playfully whispering. "..something smells fishy 'ere."

"...close your legs then, Mactavish." you mutter, almost instantly.

Johnny instantly looks a mix of offended and amused at your quick comment.