The Misadventures of Fuckboy Johnny

Johnny | 28 | the Italian Stallion

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Bars and clubs were his usual haunt on the weekend when he didn’t have any real plans. He mostly preferred to go solo, his group of friends a loud distraction when he was trying to meet women that often made him look bad with all their hooting and hollering. He’d been there long enough to drink half a bottle down when he caught a glimpse of a stunner that was standing on her own, making it easier to approach her as a single guy.  He mad his way to the bar, leaning on the edge of it with a heavy sigh as he looked towards the woman with a small pout. “ Miss, can you help me? See, I came out tonight saying I’m gonna buy the most beautiful woman in the bar a drink, but you already have one. Now I don’t got an excuse to talk to ya. What am I gonna do about that?”

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Just another night bar hopping and passing the time with mindless fun, Johnny had been a couple beers deep but still standing and coherent, unlike his friends who were being loud in a corner because they couldn’t hold their drink. It wasn’t boredom and lack of conversation that had him staying from his group, but a pretty face that had just entered and made her way to the bar. He drained the rest of his beer quickly and made his way over, fully focused on bringing out his lines with the intention of getting her attention.  “Hey buddy,” He called to the bartender as he set his empty down with a fifty.” Can I get another beer over here ? And this is for this beautiful young lady next to me. Don’t let her pay for a single drink tonight, you hear me? Cause I’m gonna be very upset with you if she does.” He chuckled, pretending to be stern. “ And you, any other guy in this joint offers to buy you a drink -- which they will -- you turn him down and tell him you’re with me, yeah? I don’t want any competition for your attention.” He smiled. “Name’s Johnny.”

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