[center][color=black][h1][b]Johnny[/b][/h1][/color][/center]

[center][color=black][i]"...and till the day lady liberty stands again,
till we walk the beach of Malibu my friend,
you will find me here playing my guitar,
the ghoul in black I will never be far."[/i][/color][/center]

[center][color=gray]Johnny played the last few country tunes of his song before he was finished playing for the day. A few of the patrons clapped and the barkeeper brought Johnny his drink. The people of Underworld loved to have their own livemusic, it made them feel more like a fancy establishment instead of a haven for outcasts.
The ghoul in black thanked the barkeeper and put his guitar in his case. He then took a sip of the alcohol. Johnnys sense of taste disappeared sometime in the last 60 years.
He looked at the other ghouls sitting in the room, a few of them were also from before the war. Johnny stood up and walked over to the bar,
 taking a seat next to the huge ghoul he came to know as Kane. "I was thinking about a new song. How does [i]'In the Underworld I met an Irishman'[/i] sound to you?", he took another sip of his drink, "What even is this supposed to be? Whiskey? Vodka? No drink should have such a colour."[/color][/center]