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Rep curled his lip in outright disgust at the way Jerry had been simpering the whole time. You got trodden on if you lay down and looked like a doormat and he wondered when the other man would finally realise this. He had no sympathy for him.

Melvin's defence of himself likewise was met with mercilessness and irritation. He was out to defend himself, but the bar fight hadn't started itself and this way it sounded like he'd ******** started it himself. If he'd started the fight, he'd have finished it, and he'd be on death row right now, if he'd wanted to he could have murdered every single person in that bar easily, like ******** tissue paper in a gale force wind. But the fact was he hadn't, and in his current sulk was almost regretting not doing something truly warranting the disproportionate blame he thought he was getting.


He followed the others at a slight distance like a predatory animal, torn between the instinct to go and do something to really spark s**t and watching Melvin get into an argument with someone Rep considered he probably couldn't handle.

"Goldiebitch, you might as well ******** leave it. Some people aren't ******** listening to reason today."

Jordan stiffened at the crack about listening to reason; some part of him was busy recognizing that he wasn't being reasonable or tactful, but that part was being easily overridden at the moment by the searing edge of anger. To pointedly ignored Rep and said sharply to Melvin, "Your project with inter-division bonds seems to be going swimmingly, though your choice of meeting places leaves a little to be desired."

The twist of guilt at being unreasonable knotted tighter at the agreement that Jerry actually hadn't been at fault. But it had been a natural assumption. He'd arrived to find Jerry in the same cell. It was just a mistake. A mistake that could have been avoided if he'd kept his temper under control and found out what actually happened. "Sorry, Jerry," he said after a moment, gritting it out through the frustration and fury, darting a look of apology at his friend.

Jordan's eyes jerked back to Rep, and he actually snarled, a low and wordless sound. Ferros's ring lit brilliant red.

Then he shook his head hard. "I'm done with this conversation," he said in a low, choked voice, and resumed the process of leaving.

Jerry doubled back, his face red at the sudden apology. He still looked exhausted and flustered, and desperately in need of a drink. His hands tightened on his guitar strap. "I can't help it people always seem to make assumptions." He grunted, before turning to walk away.

He had tried his best. He had been convicted simply for being JERRY by both the cops and his friend. Wonderful. It was getting later in the morning, not enough time to go back to bed although he desperately wanted to.

He turned back to Candace on his way back down the hall, his expression apologetic, "Thank you. I'll... I'll pay you back as soon as I can." So much for his savings.

That said, the man shuffled back toward his room to change and get ready for his duties.

Rep watched Jordan go and narrowed his eyes decisively. He turned to eye Harrison but said nothing, an unspoken statement he'd catch up with him ******** you." he said to Melvin for his comment, before at a lazy but determined pace, he followed Jordan. No one just dismissed him like an errant child.

Harrison seemed mostly confused.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"M'going to bed," he mumbled, and dug his hands back into his jacket pocket, and talking more to himself, "Should have agreed to 20% interest beforehand."