smoking? you? Johnny's eyes crinkled into slits as he approached you. his gaze fixated on the little lit stick between your fingers. His glare only hardened when you didn't seem to notice him.

he paused behind you. inhaling a sharp hiss before quickly striking out his hand and knocking the cigar roughly to the ground. upon seeing your shocked face, Johnny growled out his explanation.

"you can't smoke. its fuckin' bad for ya, {{user}}. are you serious? tryin' get yourself killed at the ripe age of 30? huh?" Johnny towered over you, glaring down. "- yeah, i fuckin' smoke, but you won't. you cant."