An Unexpected Encounter

" He purposefully eyed Alex and winked. "And much more handsome by far." Alex laughed, sliding his empty glass back toward the bartender, who glared. He wasn't sure why, but apparently it was serious. But it put him in a bad mod anyway. "Come on, let's see if that booth's still open. Much less crowded." He announced, hopping up off the hard wooden stool. Jesse followed as well, delicately placing his stilettos to steady his descent. His glass, half empty, was cradled in his hand as he used Alex's proffered fingers to climb down.

"Thanks." He called, grin cheeky and most definitely swayed by alcohol. Alex didn't know how much the guy had been drinking, but he sure looked tipsy. He kept his grip on Jesse's forearm, making sure he could stand. "Ooh, I'd watch those man hands, boy." He chittered. "Don't wanna tempt me, now do ya?" He laughed. Alex smirked.

"Just making sure you're alright." He responded. Their booth hadn't been overtaken, but on the way there they had some troubles. Some douche bag, probably the one that had made Jesse so suspicious of Alex's intentions earlier. He crowded in -- though, unsurprisingly, he was much smaller in height than Alex. About 5'8" tops. He and his nasty sour breath shoved into Jesse, making him stumble.

"Faggot, didn't I tell you to stay out of here? We don't like your kind in our bar." Jesse had barely avoided falling, but his face paled under the concealer. Alex could tell by his pale arms. The guy moved to shove Jesse again, who'd raised his arms in defense, when Alex stepped in, catching the hit in his chest. He didn't even flinch, much less get pushed back. His entire frame covered up Jesse's, hiding him from sight.

"I think you better get the fuck out of here." Alex snapped. The guy sized him up, but he was pretty drunk so he thought he could take him. Moron.

"What are you, one of those fags too?" He slurred, shoving his yellowed nail into Alex's chest. Alex didn't back down.