Okay, the night hadn't started off that great, but it was still early.
Besides, it wasn't his fault. Not really. When one of his old flings had called him up to ask if he wanted to catch an early dinner before she had to fly to Tahiti, Johnny had naturally agreed. Who could say no to stewardesses flight attendants?
Unfortunately dinner had been a bust and the exciting send off before take off hadn't happened. Camille. Candace. You think the "C" thing would have been close enough. He was a busy guy and it wasn't like he wanted to get her name wrong.
Johnny was heading back to his car when a woman can running out of an alleyway nearly crashing into him. "Woah. Hey! Where's the fire?"
She didn't even turn around to look at him. Huh. Rude.
He frowned, then looked down the alleyway. Oh, man. A teenager and a wanna be punk. He wanted to sigh. Hell's Kitchen was giving the rest of New York a bad name.
"Hey!" Johnny shouted, voice carrying in order to get both of their attention.