"Can't hurt." Johnny shrugged, looking at the sign. Why didn't places do this anymore? He felt like it was the easiest way to attract a potential employee, and didn't cost anything outside of whatever they had to pay for the sign.
He held the door for Mary to go in first, as a gentleman should, and grinned at her - probably the most shit eating grin ever worn by a man. Enjoying the fact that it was the standard for him to do things like this, and Mary couldn't really say anything about it, unless she really wanted to draw attention to herself.
There weren't a lot of people in the bar at this hour, and it was easy to pick out who the person in charge was. It didn't hurt that he was berating a bar back for dropping a bottle of whiskey. Johnny made his way in that direction.
He glanced back at Mary, making sure that she was right there with him.
"Hey." He greeted the guy, who kind of looked like the sort who would own or run a bar. "We noticed your help wanted sign."
"We?" The man looked behind Johnny to Mary. "You a duo or something?"
"Yeah. She's with me." Johnny realized that there was only one or two acceptable explanations for them being connected. He went with one, and hoped that Mary wouldn't get angry that he hadn't gone for the other. But Johnny just couldn't bring himself to claim Mary was family. That made him feel gross. "This is my wife."
The man smiled, approving. "I'm Harry. Welcome to The Duchess."
"That's Mary. I'm Johnny. Johnny O...ohshit." He knew as he started saying it, he couldn't very well give the last name he'd been going by. To buy himself time, Johnny turned to fake sneeze into his sleeve.