John had never been big on parties and the sort, he just wasn't the type. He preferred to stay at home - or rather at base - with his trusty whiskey and cigars, as he fixed up some paperwork. Work was really killing him. And it was tough for people not to notice, so the boys had dragged him out to a concert of some sort. Not that he cared much, he just wanted the alcohol.

So here he - so akwardly - stood, beer in hand as he smoked a cigar, while everyone around him danced and had fun. But a leopard can't change its spots, now can it? Even with three beers inside his system, that is. Regardless, all he could focus on was the oh so gorgeous main singer on the stage. And apparently you noticed him too.