[Johnnie is fully oblivious to the laughter for the moment - all of his focus is on Chrissy, on that rush of heady pleasure as she comes around him. He follows almost immediately, and would grin but for his panting. It's hot in here - literally, with all the dancing people and poor airflow. It just hadn't really registered until now.

The other thing that does register pretty quickly as his haze fades is that snickering. Johnnie takes a few seconds to get his pants zipped up and belt fastened, then directs a raised eyebrow at the two of them - but it's coupled with a satisfied smirk, he can't help that.]

Better go get your own, boys.

[He can handle stupid teasing banter, that's fine. It is kind of funny, fucking in a club so brazenly. If one of them says something to security, maybe then he'll do something more.

The piped in music over the speakers fades, and there's a pop from the mic on the stage as someone taps it after it's hooked up. That band they followed in must have finished setting up their shit. Johnnie grins stageward, but he can't really see past all the heads of the crowd from back here so he returns his attention to Chrissy, cupping the back of her head as he pulls her in for a kiss.]

Those guys on stage might be our cue to head out. There's a lot more city for us to explore tonight. If I can walk straight, that is! Might have to get a couple more shots in me to make sure I can.