It's sort of the same. [He mumbles while idly tapping his fingers against the bar counter.] Playing the piano is obviously not the same as playing the guitar, but reading music is a skill that all musicians should be familiar with.

But, if you are as rusty as you claim, maybe we should practice together first.

[Johnny believes he is an enigma. He is not aware that people can read him like a freaking book. This guy always thinks he's ahead of the game, but he's really three steps behind.]

It's in your best interest to help, especially if you're going to dump a whole bunch of little brats at my feet. [He grumbles under his breath as he reaches for his drink. Oh, nova! It does have a little purple umbrella. Johnny stares at it for a moment with a little smirk curling on his lips. Isn't this his favorite color? He isn't sure.

Did he ever have a favorite color? His smirk slowly fades. He doesn't know.]

I think I like red more. [He comments before taking a quick taste. Whoo, this is cold! Much colder than he remembers. How the hell did he used to eat shaved ice all the time as a kid? Johnny chuckles quietly to himself.]

Not bad.