Baxter Building; Johnny's Apt. NYC - Thursday early evening
Wasn't Johnny's fault the big boulder lacked proper functioning brains.
But as the last came to an end. Johnny figured he better quit while he was ahead so he locked (double locked) the front door to his and Savannah's place. He wasn't worried. Not a bit. Locked doors just meant privacy.
Settling on the sofa with a six pack, he became totally engrossed in ESPN while waiting on his girl to get her butt back home.
[OOC: Open for his girl, phone calls, texts, whatever, yo!]