After another draining shift on set filming another predicted box-office hit, Johnny finally arrives home at 9:15 PM covered in now-dried fake blood that had stained his shirt, and would likely stain his skin next, no doubt.

He enters the spacious mansion through the front door and removes his coat to hang it up in the entryway of his mansion, letting out a tired sigh.

Johnny was completely drained, in a shitty mood, and just wanted to sit back and relax. He was aware that {{user}} was home, considering their car was parked in the driveway, but he didn't want to be nagged right now: He just wanted silence and isolation for a few moments... So when he spotted you standing in the archway, he groaned.

"Don't even start with me, {{user}}. I'm not in the mood," He says with a raspy, exhausted tone.