Party People over here, Party People over there...

[sosyermom]

What Johnny needed was a party

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[unplain]

"I don't buy that you're looking for a broom," she announced from behind him, one wry brow arched.

[sosyermom]

Johnny turned around in surprise and smiled at her. "I was looking for you, actually."

[unplain]

Her other brow lifted at that. "Should I be worried?"

[sosyermom]

"Not unless you hate parties," he gave her his best charming smile. "I'm having a tailgate."

[hermes_dolios]

Hermes was bouncing along the hallway when he froze in his tracks. "Holy fuck, Chris Evans."

Clearly, whoever was controlling all this island stuff was definitely someone who liked him.

[sosyermom]

Johnny turned around and looked at the guy who was staring at him. He smiled, politely. "Hey, have you seen a pregnant chick around here?"

[hermes_dolios]

Hermes grinned brighter. "Do me a favour, first?"

He waited a moment for Johnny to respond. "Just...say 'where are your ears?'"

[sosyermom]

"...where are your ears?" he repeated.

[wormholed]

John peered up over the door of the fridge as someone clattered about in the hallway. "Hey, there's the man with the sweet ride," he said, or rather, tried to say around the apple stuck in his mouth, so it came out more like "mmph, mers phaman wif thsveetridph." Spitting out the apple, John raised his voice. "Johnny! Yo."

[sosyermom]

Johnny turned around and hey--he knew this guy. "Hey, yourself. John, right?"

[wormholed]

"Yup." Crichton retrieved his apple and grinned. "What's up, man? Out of gas yet?"

[sosyermom]

Johnny smiled back. "Not yet. I'm conserving wisely. What's up with you?"

[neptune_sleuth]

"You'll have to ask the Pevensies if you want to get to Narnia." Veronica smirked, surveying the man wandering around the Compound.

[sosyermom]

Johnny turned around and eyed the smirky blonde. "I was looking for a friend of mine," he explained.

What was it with this island and hot blondes? Johnny was so not complaining. He offered her his hand with a broad smile. "Johnny Storm."

[neptune_sleuth]

"In the closet? People hide in the darnedest places," she mused innocently. She shook his hand with surprising firmness for someone so petite. "Veronica Mars." We sound like something out of film noir. Now where's that falcon?

[sosyermom]

Johnny laughed and squeezed her hand before releasing it. "I didn't know it was a closet when I opened it," he admitted. "I don't really know the layout of this place."

[thehand_ofgod]

She was still wearing the black dress, but she was in a decided need for showering, so it was back to the compound. Fiddling with one of the straps, she wandered into the hallway and tipped her head, slowing to a stop when she saw him. Tall, blonde, handsome. Six grinned and licked her lower lip, biting it.

Prey.

She sidled up behind him, leaning in until her lips were by his ear. "I don't think you'll find much in there," she commented, peering over his shoulder.

[sosyermom]

Johnny jumped at the voice near his ear and turned around quickly. "What the--" Oh. My god. is Johnny's first thought. Quickly followed by, Her legs go on forever....

He shut the closet door and wiped his chin for any noticeable drool. "Turns out there's much more interesting things out here," he replied smoothly, and grinned.

[thehand_ofgod]

Six's smile widened just a little as she gave the man a onceover, easing backwards and trailing one finger down his chest -- well-muscled too; if she didn't just find a reward. "And who are you?" she asked, just as smoothly.

[sosyermom]

Johnny hadn't been looked at like a hunk of meat in a long time.

Damn, he'd missed it.

He smirked. "Johnny. And who might you be, angel?"