he snorted a little at her and grinned. "well. i'm glad i'm fun." he admitted with a smile at her, kissing her gently before nodding. "yeah. me too. i get that all the time, people who i think like me, but it turns out they just want me to give them money or ride on my fame." he admitted. "'s why i like Tony so much, he could never want me for stupid things like that so i know it's me he actually likes. you and him, are kind of the only people i really trust." he admitted. he knew it was a terrible thing to admit, but... well. it was the truth. not to say he didn't like the others, he just didn't trust them not to hurt or use him. "oh, plenty of people like me." he admitted with a shrug. "but, it's usually for reasons i'd rather not be liked for. people like me because i'm pretty and i sing good and i do crazy shit and i'm goo on a bike, but no one likes me once i'm home, relaxing in a pair of P.J's and watching Supernatural." he admitted before snorting. "yes! he's always so... pius! i've never known him to be snarky, sassy or god forbid, curse before." he admitted with a chuckle before wiggling his eyebrows at her. "your going to offer him the threesome right? you have to time it for when everyone's taking drinks so they all spit it out. it'll be hilarious."
"It's called Manners and you people will learn them even if i have to beat them into your head." Steve informed them, Johnny snickering. "non-existent?" Johnny asked, lifting an eyebrow. "oh... right, that was a secret. i think... is it a secret?" he asked Laci, voice barely above a whisper now. "because i can play it off as punking them all if you want it to be a secrete..." but he didn't want it to be a secrete. he wanted everyone to know that he was in a relationship again, that he belonged to her. "Johnny! Bonjour Ma Cher!" a man's voice, thick with accent called as he walked in. "
Gambit! Bonjour! cela fait trop longtemps. comment avez-vous été?" Johnny asked, looking delighted to see Gambit. one of the few he trusted almost as much as Tony. mostly because Gambit didn't give a shit who you where, either he liked you, or he conned you. "i am good my friend! Scott gave me a ride before you worry about lamp-posts." Gambit wasn't allowed to drive anymore after he'd exploded three cars, crashed into two bridges and a bus stop, and nearly ran a school bus off the road. he just, wasn't made for driving. "i wished to come and meat the Petite chérie, Scott says she will make me magnifique! in Clothes that don't Make me inconfortable." the Cajun was wearing some... very interesting Clothes to say the least. a long, black trench-coat, a top hat of some fashion, a black leather shirt and blue jeans. he was certainly not winning any fashion contests. but, hey, he was comfortable so he didn't care.