Walking into a bar after an argument with Abigail, John planned to get himself drunk to where he was seeing stars. He huffed to himself, placing a hand against his forehead as he sat down on one of the barstools, looking down at the grainy wood of the bar table. He glanced up, taking in some of his surroundings. He saw a man, a big boy, a guy that made him blush a little. It wasn't often you saw a man that made John Marston get flustered. John always had extremely repressed feelings for guys, especially ones that could pick him up.