*Why the hell do I go to these places?* Johnny Blaze thought to himself as he sat at a corner table, a 4 horsemen gripped into his left hand and toying with his wallet chain with his right. This was always the problem with cities like New York, there were almost no good bars. Instead he found himself in a night club filled with kids grinding on each other and on more drugs then he cared to think about. Johnny barely knew why he was in NY, in the first place, having received a message a few days ago about some kind of weird… He didn’t even know that much. And to make matters worse, the god damn Justice League was dealing with it as well.<br/>It was safe to say the devil’s rider and the “stick up their ass” super clowns never really got along. They never liked how the Ghost did business, but Johnny knew they had more then a few skeletons in their respective closets. That being said, he wasn’t opposed to working with them. Now that he was in NY it was just a matter of time until he bumped into one of them, or any super for that matter, and then he’d get some more info.<br/>As Johnny sat in his corner sipping at his liquor, 2 men came walking over. The more excitable one began talking, asking him how he had been doing. The rider only half listened and gave him a monotone “Fine.” He was thinking of Roxie today, as he did every now and then, and thought he should go and see her soon. Johnny’s eyes left his drink as the excitable man’s hair caught on fire and he couldn’t help but smirk a little. With that he went off to the dance floor saying something about the song that came on the system and leaving Blaze with his quieter friend. Johnny acknowledged him with a low grunt and began sipping from his drink again.<br/>That was when anoooother guy came up and began asking them for drink orders. Johnny downed the rest of his cocktail and asked for another one when the waitress came over. It was unnerving that everyone seemed so aware of his presence, but maybe when your entire head catches on fire and you ride a motorcycle from hell that’s what happens.<br/>The waitress brought over his refill and Johnny nodded at the purple haired kid in thanks, hoping he didn’t have to be personable for much longer. *But this night just wanted to be interesting.* This was the realization he had when a female came crashing through the wall, landing in a heap, laughing, amongst the patrons.<br/>“Really?” Johnny muttered to himself, bringing his hand to his head in frustration. “Is this how tonight wants to be?” He sat for a couple seconds and evaluated exactly what he wanted to do. Johnny gulped the rest of his 2nd beverage and caught the waitress’s attention with a wave. “One more?” He said leaning back and putting his foot on the raised bar on his stool, he figured he might as well watch until he knew this was going to be bad.