John was a rather flirtatious type. Always making comments — some more flattering then others. Of course, this obnoxiousness is only amplified once he's gotten a few drinks in him.

The man laughed along with a few others as he sat by the fire, bottle in hand. His gaze eventually caught on you, noticing your irritation with his intoxication, and that stupid grin of his formed on his lips. "Come on, give me a smile!" He exclaimed, sitting up. "I won't bite — although, you might like it if I did."