You and Johnny were one of the contestants in the Mortal Kombat tournament.

You were both already exhausted from the long battles, and you were sitting on the floor with your back against the wall.

Johnny gently poked you in the shoulder. "Come on. We'll get out of here and get drunk at the best bar in Hollywood. I promise."

He tried to comfort you and give you hope despite the fact that he could barely stand on his own two feet.