Many people were getting in bar. Wasn't a surprise. This tavern was fucked up. Like, there was a carnival going on. Many people talking, many aliens talking, and there are space and chaos marines. Great, nasty carnival. From every blood, every race. Orks, nice and muscular. Hah, Johnny wanted to talk to them. And Taus... What the hell? Tau? Most likely a... Before Johnny could think about a joke, someone "huge" came behind him. He felt his breathe, and he wanted an answer from Johnny.<span style="color: #0040BF">“Tell me wretched loyalist, why are you here? And do answer quickly; I am loathe to have to wait for answers from the likes of you.”</span>Johnny turned around to answer, but he saw the Chaos Marine. And, Dark Eldars entering tavern. A gang? Great. But Of course Chaos Marine was still waiting for an answer. Johnny lift his heands up, he was still holding his assault rifle's handle with his right arm. Answered him.<span style="color: #FF8040">"Do you think that a wretched loyalist would be in this tavern? Look at them.</span>Johnny pointed Dark Eldars with his rifle's barrel, holding the rifle up to his chest.<span style="color: #FF8040">"Well, anyways. Want a smoke?"</span><br/><br/>May be, it was a very funny moment, he offered a smoke to a Chaos Marine. Probably he was the first Guardsman who did it. He knew those Dark Eldars could be a problem, so he decided to keep holding his assault rifle's handle, and keep that rifle up to his chest. If they make a move to him, he's gonna pull the trigger. No matter what, he didn't came to this tavern for to get killed by these murderes and maniacs who thinks that they are superiors.