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. ]]

He couldn't help himself; he'd had to acquire the Stripper Pole Suite at the arms and knew Savannah wouldn't mind. Gunther smirked at him when he handed over the key, but the man had to be totally jealous. Totally.

Opening the door for Savannah, he moved in behind her, kicking the door shut with the heel of his shoe. Bending, he placed a warm kiss on her neck before he wandered in further, dropping both their bags on the floor. The mini bar was stocked and there was a large bouquet of roses on the table, compliments of Johnny. He'd ordered them while Savannah had left Luke's to pack her bag.

"Sweetheart," he said, "tell me that pole is going to get some use?"

[For Savannah. Gunther and room modded with permission. Likedly to go NWS.]
 

Okay, so if he was awake, he might be feeling a little bad for not making it to Prom last night with Savannah. However, he could not feel bad for what happened in their room while the decision was made to just stay in, because holy hell was last night awesome! So freaking hot that feeling bad about not making it to the dance would be hard to do. And he imagined Savannah might feel the same way.

As it was now, he lay on his back, blissfully in la la land, while she was curled up against him, both naked, both comfortable. And both not having the first clue that they were about to be interrupted by wee tiny kids.

[For his wife and their wee youngsters.]

Johnny was just chilling on his bed with a back issue of Motocross when Chris stopped by for a little guy time. Not dirty. And to make plans about a possible double-date.

If Johnny was thinking, he'd remember that the last time this happened, they turned into gay cowboys herding sheep.

But he wasn't thinking.

That's why the gremlin that snuck into his room bit Chris first, causing Johnny to jump up and scream like a girl, before he too was bitten.

And when he screamed again, it wasn't so much a scream as a deep throated, "Ah, goddamn it, Albert..."

[Establishy! Chris modded with permission.]
 

Johnny was pacing back and forth, pensive and thoughtful as he considered the creatures outside. It would be easy: he could torch them. All of them. The stench might be upsetting but that was little worry if Fandom became zombie free. Seriously. He was lacking in the torching things department and zombies are dead. They'd hardly feel a thing and be nothing more than a pile of ash in seconds.

Destiny jumped up against his legs, tired of watching him move back and forth. Bending, he picked her up and gave her lovin'.

This kind of stuff, this fandom random crap, is what he worried about when he thought about graduation and leaving Savannah behind.

[The door is closed, post open.]

It happened again. How, why, who the hell knew. But lynx!Johnny was sitting on the bed, baby growling at Destiny who was prancing around and barking up at him.

This was going to be a very long weekend.

[OOC: La la la, going to be gone. Johnny is a wee lynx and the wife has full modding rights. Post is open for her only.]