Johnny looked at the three standing literally inches away from him, all of whom were not giving him a comfortable disposition. He was drunk, very drunk, but he knew a bad situation when he say one. He was an idiot, not a fool. The fella next to Rose smelt of death, and looked all to interested in him.

Johnny got up, stumbling a little in his first few steps until he barely fumbled onto someone's table. He quickly apologized, patting the table and shifting a chair partially back in it's place.

"Miss Rose," Johnny began as he neared the door, "I must thank you for your time and drink but I really must go. California waits *hiccup* for no man you see. Silver is in those damn hills and by God, Jesus, and some bitch I must go reclaim it!"