The bathroom in the club's seen a hell of a lot of action, and Christ, if walls could talk...
John settles his shoulders back against the wall, reaching up for his cigarette case, and taps one out, trying to remember how he'd ended up at Bobby's. The guy was fun - understatement of forever - so there could be a hundred explanations, and none of them legal. Not that he gave much for legal these days. "Must have been the club, then." He's blown enough guys never found out his name there.
"There a reason you're interrupting my beauty sleep?" The words could have been resentful, but instead, they're colored with a mix of tease and amusement. Not the first time Bobby's randomly called him. And if a reason's already been mentioned, he'll blame the sleep for not catching it first time. There are a few voices and subjects that get him alert directly. Bobby's isn't one of them.