[Johnny is used to hooking up with random strangers in sleazy nightclubs. It takes him back to the good old days, when Johnny only had to worry about shady record producers attempting to imitate his image and sound. This was back when Kerry and he first opened Grand Illusion, their club in the heart of Night City. It was a fun but chaotic time fueled by drugs, sex, and rock & roll. While all of that is in the past now, Johnny couldn't help but reflect as he watched the stripper perform.

She's a good-looking woman, totally his type with the cascading blond hair and perky tits. However, she's not the one he's waiting for tonight. No, he's after someone else and that someone else happens to be a handsome hotshot with a nice ass.

Johnny is without his stylish sunglasses for now, making it even easier for others to locate him without his signature red shades. He takes a slow sip from his glass when the young man wanders over, his dark eyes washing over their face. Johnny looks him up and down with a little smirk.]

This place is a solid 5 on the scale. Maybe a 6 if the stripper could actually fucking dance.

[He lays his glass on the bar counter aggressively, causing it to tremble slightly.]

What about you, hotshot? What do you think of this little oasis of depravity?