"No, probably not. But here we are." Blank responded. He wasn't going to do his best to persuade John to "allow" him to come along, but it would be nice to have more than one person watching everyone's backs.
Hm. Blank noticed John's very brief change in demeanor, he hid his smirk gently as he caught the bottle of V8 Scarlet sent him. Blank didn't mind the smoke John lit up. Who was he to tell someone else how to live their life?
Blank poured both John and himself another drink. A shot of bourbon, with a shot of V8 on top of it.
"No, Scar. I don't. Been there, not a fan."
Just after John started on his spiel, Blank's attention stayed on the "jukebox." About in the middle of it, Blank stood up from his stool and made his way toward it, drink in hand. An unseen grin came across his face as he moved his finger across the LED screen, punching in a search once he figured it out. Blank chuckled softly to himself as the song "Desert Rose" began to play over the sound system.