This is an interesting hell, if nothing else. The music is crap, the drugs are no temptation - his own vices have more to do with bottles and cigarettes, and though the half-dressed, and less than half dressed women get a glance, he skips that one through some combination of knowing this is hell, and being more focused on the biker babe ahead of him. That's his kind of hot, he can see what Johnny was thinking. It keeps his mind straight, anyway.
"I dunno, music'd give me a headache, but seems like there's worse fates. You still feelin' like your man is in here?"
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