The memories seemed to poke its head where it shouldn't be and John would have given anything to rewind time just a little bit to take back what he said. Not for her sake, no, but his because with each second that past with the look of disgust on her face, he could feel the memories seep into his brain. The ones that he tucked away a long, long time ago along with the fact that he had murdered his father. Now here he was standing all he could see was little Johnathan Storm staring at his drunken father moments before he would reach out and shove little Johnny into a wall.
"Ain't that the truth," Johnathan mumbled to himself as he pulled his gaze away from the woman. Ever since he immerged himself into the life of a hunter who used witchcraft to help him, he knew that he would be seeing the gates of hell sooner rather than later. Despite the coincidences of him always getting out predicaments at the last minute, it would all catch up to him one day. He'd be six feet under with no one at his funeral and he preferred to keep it that way. Keep the people away.
His attention reverted to her and he raised a brow as she pondered his words for a bit. During his travels he met many characters and despite the woman being a bit on the crazy side, he met lots of people who were a lot like here. Given their background might be different, the pain, the heartache, and the ignorance of modern media seem to fly above their heads. "Yeah, yeah. When I was in Malaysia my buddy Zhen would tell me shit like that. 'Got no time for the world, man. Too focused on the supernatural.' Bit of an odd person, believed there were ghosts livin' amongst us." Blue eyes flickered upwards to meet hers and he gave her a bit of a shrug - he was always intrigued to see how people reacted towards things like that.
"Just don't stab me in the back, sweetheart. I mean, I'm a ruthless man, too. But I ain't going into fights with any unarmed people with their backs against me. If I'm gonna fight, they're gonna be standing in front of me, facing me, and with a weapon in hand. Otherwise, where's the fun?" Raising a brown, he pulled the door of his car open and pulled out a wad of cash, slipping it into his pocket. Shutting the door behind him, he walks behind her until they're through the doors of the slightly dive-y looking bar. Pool tables hid in the back, tall bar tables around the middle and the bar right in front. Despite it being so small, there seemed to be quite a lot of people sitting around.
"Feels like home," he commented, moving towards the bar to tap on the counter. Getting the bartenders attention, he gave him a wide smile and leaned towards him. "I'm trynna make sure the little lady over there doesn't kill me by the end of the night. Sympathy beers, man?" A light chuckle left his lips as the man's eyes wandered towards her before meeting John's again. Pity was evident on his face and he handed him two bottles of beer. "Thanks, man. Gonna be a long night." Groaning, he moved towards Terra and handed her a beer. "Free beer, best kind of beer. So -- you play pool or are you gonna whack me with the stick?"
