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Jensen was busy with a small group when the vampire walked in. If he'd noticed, he would have tried to warn Gus, or at least handle her himself. He was cooking when she got flirty and completely missed the entirety of that warning sign. When he did finally turn around, did finally see what was going on with the vampire and his new employee, he saw red. Who the fuck was she, coming into his place of business and putting glamours on his employee?
"Hey!" he exclaimed, marching over to the pair and quite forcefully pushing them apart. He was strong, alright, one of the benefits of practicing both swordplay and staff work was nice arms. The expression on his face when he turned toward the vampire was absolutely fucking thunderous. He got right up in her face, utterly unafraid and beyond angry. "This is neutral territory. That shit isn't allowed here. You understand me?" He argued with the woman for a moment, though his version of arguing seemed to be ignoring everything she tried to defend her actions with and repeating a few versions of 'this is neutral territory'. It didn't take long before Jensen tired of listening to excuses and reasoning, and simply pointed at the door. "Tell you what. You go right now, find somewhere else to drink, or you will be leaving with a fuck of a lot more problems than just a bruised ego."
"Hey!" he exclaimed, marching over to the pair and quite forcefully pushing them apart. He was strong, alright, one of the benefits of practicing both swordplay and staff work was nice arms. The expression on his face when he turned toward the vampire was absolutely fucking thunderous. He got right up in her face, utterly unafraid and beyond angry. "This is neutral territory. That shit isn't allowed here. You understand me?" He argued with the woman for a moment, though his version of arguing seemed to be ignoring everything she tried to defend her actions with and repeating a few versions of 'this is neutral territory'. It didn't take long before Jensen tired of listening to excuses and reasoning, and simply pointed at the door. "Tell you what. You go right now, find somewhere else to drink, or you will be leaving with a fuck of a lot more problems than just a bruised ego."