Johnny was up, wearing track pants and a tight black t-shirt. He was still a bit groggy as he wandered into the kitchen for his breakfast, and didn't notice Felicia standing there for the first minute or so. He vaguely resembled Pop-Eye the Sailor in his expression, and yawned widely as he opened the fridge to get the creamer for his coffee. However, he woke right up when he saw her standing there in just a towel. Wow. Giggity, he thought in the lamest way possible, though not at all in seriousness.