Missing his girlfriend meant that the first thing Johnny did when he and Savannah arrived, was take advantage of the lovely little private cottage, and more importantly the bed within. He let her know just how much he missed her and it was totally hot. And awesome. A couple - yes.. a couple - hours later, they showered and changed into their suits to head out to the beach. It was a gorgeous night and the stars were bright.

There was crab salad, cheese and crackers, and tropical drinks set up on a small table for their pleasure. Johnny paid handsomely for privacy so while pampering was expected, the help was rarely seen.

"You don't have to go back until Sunday, right?" he asked Savannah, leaning close to tease her lips with a small chunk of pineapple.

[[ OOC: NFB due to distance. For the girl ;) and up early for SP love. ]]

It was another lazy Sunday evening and Johnny sought to keep it that way by channel surfing. Nothing much on to catch his interest, but he had popcorn so it was something.

Maybe he'd torch Ben's pillow later. That was something too. The look on his face would no doubt be better than popcorn.


[[ NFB due to distance. Open for phone calls, texts, whathaveyou :) ETA: OMG I <3 you person who has made me nearly ded with LOL! ]]

Johnny was chilling by watching a bit of TV, but he was rather anxious for Savannah to hurry up and get her butt over to him. He knew she had rehearsal and he was wearing patience pretty well. But damn if she shouldn't be here by now.

[[ For a specific phone call. NFB due to distance. ]]

Johnny had checked in, dumped his bag on his bed, and called Savannah. He didn't get away as early as he would have liked, but he was close and he hoped that made a difference.


[[ For his girl. ]]

He'd been singing randomly all day long. Some good, some bad, some managed to irritate Ben which hey, there were too many songs about rocks out there or at least rockin' something. Johnny'd been amused for most of it.

Laying in bed now, his mind was on Savannah, as it usually was when he went to bed. He half way expected to sing something and he wasn't disappointed.

( Last song of the day )

[[ NFB, Establiiiishy. ]]

Ever since leaving Fandom, and more importantly Savannah, Johnny loved his beer. Like more than usual. He also was kind of moody and cranky and his room was a mess. He didn't allow Sue in. Much.

So when he woke this morning to a scantily clad woman peering down at him, he had to chuckle. Leave it to Sue to hire hot help to kick his ass into shape.

The girl wasn't cleaning, however, she was climbing into bed with him.

"Whoa, wait there..." he said and scrambled to the other side until he slipped off and thudded to the floor.

"But Johnny, I thought you loved me," she teased with a grin, running her finger from her lip to her cleavage.

"Uh. Did I get trashed last night and can't remember what the hell happened?" If so? Shiiiiiiiit.

She shook her head. "No, not at all. But don't you recognize me? I'm your bud."

...

The hours that followed were nearly mind numbing.

Currently he sat on his sofa and watched CNN. His Bud? On the seat next to him, making sure he had a fresh beer in hand.

Johnny was sort of in a chillaxed zoned out state of mind.

[[OOC: NFB, Open for phone calls!]]

As much as he wasn't looking forward to this day, it was here, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. It was time to go.

His stuff had been packed up and sent ahead save for the few things he'd left for Savannah. A few shirts, a hoodie; small incidentals that she'd wanted to keep with her. He'd said his goodbye to Destiny, and rather quietly did he and Savannah make their way to the causeway.

Everything that needed to be said, had already been said. It was the goodbye that was going to hurt like hell.


[[ OOC: And that's it for Johnny! Last post is mainly for Savannah but can be open before her if you like. ]]

Coming down from working on the senior project, Johnny showered, dressed, and sat on his bed. He needed to talk to Savannah and he'd put it off for far too long. He was bracing himself for an argument because he knew she was going to be upset and he assumed pissed that he was leaving early.

So yeah, he had some explaining to do.

[[ For Savannah and SP is the name of the game. ]]

Johnny's cell rang at ungodly o'clock this morning, and not wanting to wake Savannah, he slipped out into the hall to take it. The team needed him home. Now. Sue filled in with details and Johnny demanded two weeks. After a few moments, both realized arguing the point was futile and Sue said: "Two weeks, Johnny."

Shit.

Quietly stepping back in, he dressed quickly and headed back out. He'd work on the senior project today and worry about telling Savannah later.

Probably not the best decision, but it worked for him.

[[ Establishy. ]]

After recieving a certain phone message, Johnny wasted no time in getting a quick shower out of the way. He then proceeded to straighten the room mostly in an effort to contain the thin threads of self-control that linked his brain and his... lower half.

Damn, wasn't fifteen minutes up yet?

He was wearing a pair of faded jeans. And even that much clothing seemed awkwardly constraining.

The door was open.

[[ OOC: For one. And do I really need to say this is going to be NWS? Bow chicka bow bow. ]]