Automatically, when Mary's hand found his, Johnny pulled it up closer to his face so that he could place a small kiss on her knuckles before allowing their hands to dangle between them. It was the movement of a man who wasn't afraid to declare a woman in front of other people. The movement of unabashed affection.
"Fuck that. Distract her. Getting it by asking is no fun at all." He smiled at her.
Sometimes, even when you weren't in trouble, it was more fun to feel like you were. And he had the feeling that unless some dumbass went on the other side of the wall, there wouldn't be very much by way of trouble in this place. Which, honestly, he wasn't too upset about. Having some time to just be, without interruption, without trying to fight for life, would be nice.
Mary took them to the bar where the was only one bartender on staff. It was a small affair, and Johnny wondered if there was another one that was nicer elsewhere. It didn't look particularly open right now, either, so maybe it was one of those special occasion affairs or a late night hangout.
Sure enough, the bartender looked up and bellowed out a "we're not open" at the pair. Mary sauntered forward babbling about something she was looking for. She really knew how to fake dumb syndrome when they needed her to. Johnny was proud of her acting abilities. She got the guy to turn around and point out directions while Johnny quietly moved behind the bar and lifted four bottles of what he thought was whiskey. There was no time to look at the labels, he had to get in and get out quickly.
Once done, he made his way to the door where he could hide the bottles around the wall and looked into the bar again, putting impatience on his features. "Come on, Mare. We gotta get going."