Alright. Drake nods towards the seating, indicating that Jesus should go pick a booth for them while he watches the bartender.
"You heard him. One double, neat. The other a soda highball." He waits until Jesus has stepped away and the bartender is setting glasses out to pour their drinks before leaning in across the bar with a warning. If anything winds up slipped to them, or this guy makes his sub feel unwelcome again, he's got no problem making an attitude adjustment. It's an insult to him too, isn't it?
Even if he doesn't buy into this shit, Drake has no problem playing protective Dom at this point. And he's easily got several inches and at least 30 pounds on the bartender, who manages a stiff 'yes sir' as he nudges their drinks forward and takes Drake's card to start a tab.
He has no idea if Jesus caught any of that and doesn't really mind either way, but his expression is back to warm and pleasant when he heads over to join the other man in a little curved booth.
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"You heard him. One double, neat. The other a soda highball." He waits until Jesus has stepped away and the bartender is setting glasses out to pour their drinks before leaning in across the bar with a warning. If anything winds up slipped to them, or this guy makes his sub feel unwelcome again, he's got no problem making an attitude adjustment. It's an insult to him too, isn't it?
Even if he doesn't buy into this shit, Drake has no problem playing protective Dom at this point. And he's easily got several inches and at least 30 pounds on the bartender, who manages a stiff 'yes sir' as he nudges their drinks forward and takes Drake's card to start a tab.
He has no idea if Jesus caught any of that and doesn't really mind either way, but his expression is back to warm and pleasant when he heads over to join the other man in a little curved booth.