Baxter Building; Johnny's Apt. NYC - Thursday early evening
With Savannah having had things to do for the day, this left Johnny to his own devilish (yes, devilish) devices. Which almost always involved The Thing. Or Ben as he liked to be called. Ahem. Whatever. The day had been gloriously filled with the totally awesome of awesome pranks. One after another, and the stupid rock fell for each and evey one.
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!]
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!]