"And I've got plumbing and electric experience," Drake comments with a grin, knowing that he can make himself useful. He always can. Apparently has even now, since when Jesus slips away to get a refill the bartender glances his way... Drake quirks an eyebrow expectantly. And that's all it takes.

His arm slips right back around Jesus' shoulders when he returns, feeling oddly satisfied at the effectiveness of his own intimidation skills.

"Wait, like on purpose?"