Author's Note: Okay, so I was replaying the first Saints Row, and during one of the missions for the vice kings, Johnny was ranting to the protagonist about how Aisha always complains that he never does anything nice for her, and I figured I'd write a drabble about it. Also, he says something about picking up the check at a firing range, so there will probably be a drabble on that as well. Enjoy.
Complaints
Johnny Gat was getting sick and tired of hearing Aisha run her big mouth. Hell, it's not even like he had asked her to be his girl or anything like that. They were just hanging out, and that was it. They weren't even official. Of course, Johnny did like Aisha, he thought she was pretty, and damn good looking, she could sing, and she understood what Johnny was about. And albeit they haven't hung out in a while, they were trying to pick up where they left off before she signed on with the vice kings for her record deal. He could tell that Aisha was feeling him as well, there was no doubt about it. They had always had some sort of chemistry between them. It was undeniable.
But still, when she started going on and on about flowers, dinner, romance, all that bullshit, Johnny got fed up real quick. Of course, he could be a romantic when the time came for it, but he was saving it for when they actually became a couple. Sure, he planned on asking Aisha to be his girl soon, but he wanted to save all that mushy gushy shit for later. He wasn't into all that crap now, especially when his crew was present or around him. He definitely did not want them to see how much of a sap he was.
If there was one thing that Johnny Gat was sure about, it was that he knew for a fact that he had a soft spot for Aisha. He would do anything for that woman, no matter how stupid or little, regardless if she was his girlfriend or not. Maybe getting her flowers, or taking her out to a nice place for dinner wouldn't be so bad after all. Hell, maybe it would help him get laid.