fantastic_torch | Baxter Building; NYC; Johnny's room

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!]]

A certain teddy bear turned human had managed to find Savannah's Blackberry while she was out of the cabin. Obviously this meant that he needed to call a certain someone to talk to him about the care and feeding of their girl and how he had it all under control.

Because this would go so well. Right?

He pulled up Johnny's number and listened to the phone ring.

Grimoire Two had the attention span of a fruit fly, apparently, which was why she'd snatched Eve's cell phone as soon as she got a chance despite Eve's warnings to leave her shit alone.

She picked a number at random and dialed.

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