JHNNYFXUST.
Johnny cocks an eyebrow “Our act? Oh sweetheart this isn’t an act. I did make a deal and it was the worst decision of my life” He takes the lint roller and rolls the dust off of himself. She was prepared…so she has done this before. He hands it back to her and fluffs the collar of his jacket. He huffs. There were more than just teenagers out in the audience- but she’s not wrong. “My shows are getting more dangerous. Every time we perform the moshing gets more intense. The so called self defense acts of violence kids commit supposedly ‘inspired’ by our album increase. I’ve become less of a servant of that douche and more his bitch. Pardon the language.” Johnny was usually more friendly than this but tonight had been a rough one. “Soon he’s gonna want people to die an-and I don’t want that so please-” He gets closer to her with pleading eyes. “I need help from someone who had even a semblance of an idea of how to deal with this, and you look like the type of woman that does.”
AT THE USE of the word ‘sweetheart’, buffy shoots him a murderous look and snatches back her lint roller. about to remind him who just saved whose LIFE here, she pauses in spite of herself to hear him out. this conversation feels like a whirlwind and she wonders how his alleged deal is even relevant to her. but there’s an unfaltering edge to his voice that she has troubling passing off as some decent acting–not to mention the indisputable fear in his eyes.
she lets out a long sigh and looks him up and down, assessing whether she should really be taking this seriously. ❝ come with me, ❞ she says after a moment, her decision final. nodding her head to the side, she proceeds deeper into the alley. this guy may have convinced her with his story, but at the end of the day she came here to do her job. before taking up any new responsibilities, she has to ensure that the venue is clear of vampires. with her hands shoved in her jacket pockets, her fingers remain planted on a hidden stake, in case anything tries to sneak up on them.
❝ i can maybe help…emphasis on MAYBE. but i have some questions. are we talking the actual devil or just some wannabe demon ? and what was the nature of your deal ? you got fame and he got…? ❞
sure, she’s had her fair share of hellish experiences, but that certainly doesn’t make her the expert on devil stuff. however, she figures he must be desperate, and she can’t exactly redirect him to hell’s HR department. there’s a certain duty she feels to help since he just seems like a kid in over his head.
Johnny walks next to her. He could feel her frustrations and felt bad being a cause of them but he really does need help. She at least knows something of the supernatural and that better than being clueless like Johnny. He nods and listens to her questions, and then scratches the back of his neck. I’m really going to have to fess up to this girl huh? Johnny takes in a breath and anxiously rubs his hand over his knuckles. “I think he’s the actual devil but I can’t tell. All he goes by is Mr. Capricorn, and he told us- my bandmates and I- that he is the one who all rockstars write about and make millions.” Johnny sighs. “The nature of the deal. We had to kill a guy to sign the contract properly. GRANTED, we didn’t really ‘kill’ him. My bandmates tried to burn him alive but I saved him... and then he tried to climb an electric fence.” Johnny messes with his hair. He hadn’t even told his mom all of this and now he’s confessing it to a stranger. “I got fame and he gets chaos. All he wants is to drive the world to madness and he’s doing it through my voice, my band’s music.” At least Johnny wasn’t lying, and he could only hope she’d believe him.
