Jesus didn't mind the sideways glances. He was used to them - had been, for a long time. Didn't matter to him any.
He didn't mind the atmosphere either, easy and lazy and watching the goings-on with a quiet sense of peace that didn't fit in the setting at all. It was a little strange to see someone that looked like he should have fit in that didn't. He was used to that feeling too though. He was sure it wasn't the same but the sentiment was there.
He was cute, too - it wasn't that Jesus had a type but the guy struck something with him. He looked over once to see if he could catch his eye and if he did there was a faint smile there. If not it wasn't a huge deal.
As for the transaction that went down of course he noticed, but he had no inclinations toward saying anything about it. Still. At some point the guy's... brother, it looked like, actually took a moment to count the money he was given ... and wasn't happy with the amount. Which meant that even though he couldn't say anything about the reason but he could start a confrontation another way.
It started as an argument and immediately escalated into something more physical, from pushing to punches and--Jesus' specialization had always been de-escalating and really he didn't want his night ruined by someone getting stabbed or shot. Or whatever.
It was probably a stupid move to pound back the rest of his whiskey and slip over unseen and end up in between both attacker and target, trying to separate them without making things worse. The one guy almost clocked him in the head just from momentum but he was able to maneuver out of the way. Jesus was sure things would still escalate for a moment but really stopping it before it got too bad was priority.
"Hey, we're all having a nice time here. Let's keep having a nice time tonight, you think?" For as short as he was, Jesus exuded an air of confidence and ease. He was sure he could disengage if he had to, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.
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He didn't mind the atmosphere either, easy and lazy and watching the goings-on with a quiet sense of peace that didn't fit in the setting at all. It was a little strange to see someone that looked like he should have fit in that didn't. He was used to that feeling too though. He was sure it wasn't the same but the sentiment was there.
He was cute, too - it wasn't that Jesus had a type but the guy struck something with him. He looked over once to see if he could catch his eye and if he did there was a faint smile there. If not it wasn't a huge deal.
As for the transaction that went down of course he noticed, but he had no inclinations toward saying anything about it. Still. At some point the guy's... brother, it looked like, actually took a moment to count the money he was given ... and wasn't happy with the amount. Which meant that even though he couldn't say anything about the reason but he could start a confrontation another way.
It started as an argument and immediately escalated into something more physical, from pushing to punches and--Jesus' specialization had always been de-escalating and really he didn't want his night ruined by someone getting stabbed or shot. Or whatever.
It was probably a stupid move to pound back the rest of his whiskey and slip over unseen and end up in between both attacker and target, trying to separate them without making things worse. The one guy almost clocked him in the head just from momentum but he was able to maneuver out of the way. Jesus was sure things would still escalate for a moment but really stopping it before it got too bad was priority.
"Hey, we're all having a nice time here. Let's keep having a nice time tonight, you think?" For as short as he was, Jesus exuded an air of confidence and ease. He was sure he could disengage if he had to, but he hoped it wouldn't come to that.