"I didn't even think about it until now. I hope it's there." He felt like since the rest of his rig had been brought with him, that the bike would have been too. It was a part of the Johnny Outlaw persona, after all. It was his steel horse.
Johnny worried at his lip with his teeth a little bit, then decided to let it go. The bike would either be there, or it wouldn't, and that wouldn't change by the time he'd sobered up and wandered home again.
"So you mentioned you've had weirder encounters since you've been here. Thus far we've got strange man in your bed and angels who aren't angels, I'm having a hard time thinking of anything that tops angels who aren't angels."