Normally Johnny would have gotten some amusement out of the awkward stumbling of words coming from person in front of him but now it was just an acknowledgement of his existence. Another exhale brought a new wave of smoke into the air, a cold can son replacing the tab. It tasted like piss but it was going to get its job done, eventually. Eyeing the fellow up and down a bit he let the man simmer a bit before giving a noncommittal shrug. [color=0054a6]"The mess is a problem for another time, thanks for offering anyhow."[/color] taking a final drag before snubbing it on his bumper, Johnny took a moment to take stock of himself. The shirt was in tatters but the denim vest had survived well enough along with his pants. With a small tug the ruined shirt came undone at the seems before he threw it somewhere behind him, not really caring where it landed. He'd need to do laundry soon.

Pulling another beer off the ring, Johnny weakly offered the can to the stranger in what he hoped was a friendly gesture to break his rather unfriendly mood. [color=0054a6]"Yeah it is Johnny, what do people call you stranger?"[/color]