Johnny was minding his own business, sitting there on a bar stool with hands on the counter holding a glass of whisky taking a sip now and then as he let out a small sigh seemingly to be deep in his thoughts or maybe just sitting there staring down at his drink shifting it around watching the liquid move in a gentle wave.

The dim light in the bar blinked softly while you took a seat near him.

You were brave enough to do that, not many people would sit by him because of Johnny’s reputation.