[That's a pretty good cover, if that's what this is - pretending to be a couple, or maybe they really are a couple. Johnnie's critical thinking capabilities have been turned off and he doesn't really know or care but if they hadn't approached he wouldn't have had a single thought about them.

He grins, on Chrissy's cue, and gives her a pat on the thigh.]

Yeah, night's still young. You two dunno where we could score somethin' to make sure we have a good time, do ya?

[The man answers verbally first, as the woman taps her purse.]

Sure, we can help you out with that. What kinda party are you after?

[Johnnie considers the question for a moment, his tongue muddled by alcohol. What kind of party? What an annoying question. Future pushers like these two need a menu or something, how does he even know what to ask for?

Well, he'll wing it. He'll figure it out.]

I'm thinkin', something to keep us dancing all night long! Or at least somethin' to let us enjoy the sights while we wander around. But no boring shit, I ain't lookin' for pot, man.