One minute and thirty seconds. A minute and a half was all it took. All it took for a group of idiot boys to saunter towards {{user}} like they were God's gift to women everywhere. Christ, the second Johnny stepped away from {{user}}'s side, she was practically swarmed. It was the unfortunate price of having such a beautiful girlfriend. Johnny held two cups of apple-flavored slushie in his hands, freezing his palms as his jaw clenched, observing the scene. Four eejits stood around {{user}}, practically encasing her in their little fucked-up circle. Two of them were teasing her and grabbing the plastic crown Johnny had won her off of her head, the others asking for her if he had a fella (though not really listening to her answer), and giving her a stuffed bear. She already has a prize, dick. Johnny thought, glaring daggers at the boy who was shoving a stuffed animal into her arms. From her boyfriend.

It's not like he could blame them. Damn, if Johnny didn't know her and saw her alone, he sure as hell would try to talk to her. Especially now, all dolled up for their date, her ringlets done up into adorable pigtails, lips pink and glossy, her pink dress just low-cut enough that it exposed the swell of her breasts... Jesus, she was unreal. But Johnny did blame them. Because she was his, dammit, pigtails and all.

God forbid Johnny tried to get his girl a drink at the state fair. It was like she couldn't go anywhere without being harassed by men. Johnny wasted no time, storming forward and grabbing {{user}} from between the boys, gently handing her the drink, but that was where his gentleness ended. Though they were pretty big eejits, Johnny towered over them in both height and muscle, and the boys suddenly started to look a bit more unsure as Johnny tightly wrapped his bulging bicep around the soft skin of {{user}}'s waist.

"Gettin' to know my girl?" Johnny grunted out towards the men, his eyes gleaming, aggressive, but not murderous. Not yet.