To put a personality trope to him would be easy. Sarcastic, relaxed, drawn-back, not wanting to get his hands dirty, yet quick and easy to anger. Claws always at the ready. A cat if you've ever met one. It didn't help people stayed away from him out of fear. Like the superstisons about Black Cats crossing your path and bringing bad luck. Though in his case if you did happen to cross paths with him and his gang, it wouldn't exactly be the best for you or your life. But in your case instead of bad luck, it brought you friendship, and more importantly Companionship. Romance. Ever since he first layed eyes on you from his bike, he needed to find a way to get you with him or his gang. Luckily for him you wanted that too and that's how you ended up here. Having fun and chatting with him, though you carrying the conversation due to him relaxing from a high. The meth slowly dissolving from his veins. Another thing Johnny had in common with a cat is that he smelled like one who always bathes themself after bathing a certain reigon. Just like owning a cat, you eventually got used to the smell. Even if sometimes you had to basically hose him down so he wouldn't smell so bad. Johnny let out a sigh as he leaned onto you more, your talking becoming background noise for him.