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As Jordan followed Harrison across to the bar, it occurred to him that here was an actual opportunity to yell at someone who genuinely deserved it. Marcus got an unimpressed sidewise glance as they went past, and was then ignored. Presumably Marcus was capable of making his own decisions about how his relationship would be affected or unaffected by his open invitation to ogle his tits.

Jordan slipped sideways through the small crowd to place himself in front of the spot where the vacationing stranger was getting rather too friendly with Rep; he put on the coldest, most furious face he could manage, reached out, corralled the guy's wrist, and moved the hand forcibly off Rep's shoulder. "Excuse me," he said, smiling with no humor at all. "Get your hand off my - girlfriend, or I'll have to remove it."

Rep didn't immediately recognise Jordan's voice given how different everyone sounded than usual, and was about to say something along the lines of there was plenty of him to go around or some other equally ditzy line, when he caught the girlfriend snarl. He glanced over with dawning realisation , half hugging his water groggily to him.

The man laughed at Jordan and made a comment in heavy accent about her being welcome to join him at his hotel too, but withdrew his hand. He did protest that her girlfriend had been all over him all day however, before making some sleazy passes at her being jealous.

Rep took the sweatshirt rather gratefully from Harrison, the game really not as fun as it was when he felt like he was going to pass out. He donned it with some degree of clumsy failure given how drunk he was before shaking his hair free of it. "I ...I think...I've prolly had enuff Ace. I..don't feel too good."

"Well y'know what? You learn to deal with it." she might have been snippier than she would have liked as another flash of pain ran through her abdomen and a look of pain came over her face.

Ow ow ow.

"Just.. get a top on. Please!"

Ali had disappeared to find something cold to drink and came back with a few icee's and some ice cream, she was licking on a nice large cone when she came back to see Cass catching Marcus in.... some act that Cass was not happy. "Oooooooooooohhh...."

It was all she could do to not drop the slushies.

Rep cringed as Jordan started yelling, the headache that had taken up residence getting much worse in his head. He wished people would stop yelling, and the room would stop spinning, and that his stomach wouldn't keep reminding him all it had had all day was ice cream, hot chocolate and way too much alcohol. He leaned bodily on Harrison and just clung to him for balance.

The man in question backed away a little from the sheer vitriol the blonde woman was displaying but didn't seem entirely undeterred, he'd spent quite a bit of money and gotten really close to success, he wasn't about to be seen off too easily. He gestured at Rep and said essentially what amounted to "Is whore. Gives me her room number." As fighting seemed to become a real danger, he made various placatory gestures that implied he didn't want to fight a woman and get arrested, backing off more and more the more aggressive Jordan became. "Not fight you. " Still, he felt he'd been promised something and wasn't entirely pleased about being played.

Crap. She was in pain. His lip starting to wibble he tied the scarf back around his new assets before pulling Cass into his arms.

Crap.

Boobs in the way.

"I'm sorry Cass I'll keep it on if makes you happy, are you hurting? Do I need to get you anything? Please don't be mad at me." And his emotions deciding to go nuts, he felt tears forming. "I'm sorry please please don't be mad. I love you and it just hurts and they're big and get in the way and I'll never take yours for granted ever again I'm sorry."

Dis was rolling his eyes in Marcus's head, having given up long ago.

Rep was listening to Jordan's rant with politely baffled fuzzy thoughts. He wasn't sure what he was yelling about, as far as he was aware, many men did trade drinks for sex, he'd seen them do it, he'd done it himself on occasion. Granted the other way around. He woozily rested his head on Harrison's shoulder. It's not like the guy would have gotten away with it anyway.

Tracey's disdain was evident.

The guy was not happy in the least at Jordan's tone. Women did not get to yell at him like that. This woman clearly thought she was better than him and was goading him. She needed a good slap into place and he intended to be the man to do it. He'd been denied his reward and he was intent on no more indignity. Snarling his defiance, he swung out to try and teach her some manners.

Rep, lazily watching the interchange, cringed again and buried his face against Harrison. He wasn't worried about Jordan getting hurt, he just had a feeling the guy had ******** up.

The guy took a swing. Jordan's hand shot up and caught the offender's wrist, tightening his fingers until he felt something solid, pressing the bones together. A year spent training and practicing daily with a heavy weapon, actively sparring and fighting; his speed and strength were considerably out of the range of average by now. He stared the guy right in the eyes and smiled.

Then he let go and moved up to the bar. "Excuse me," he said politely to the bartender. "Could I get a bottle of water?"