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Location: Escape Bar & Grille
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_____ T H EXP R O T E C T O R _____
Outfit: Link Here
Location: Escape Bar & Grille
Dialogue Color âĻ #DEB887
Thought Color ⧠#8E6837
June's chipper response causes Andre's smirk to grow, but he schooled his features a second later as an order for mimosas arrives. It was early enough for the drink and it made him chuckle inwardly, but he set to doing - all the while with his attention focused partly on Junsoo. As much as Dre was loathe to using the word, the best descriptor for Junsoo - even if the guy would probably wind up disliking its use - was adorable. Andre wouldn't verbalize the thought aloud as he was smart enough to recognize how absurd using it would be, but June's antics always resulted in that thought process. "Don't worry, kid," he rumbled in amusement, measuring out the juice to agave nectar ratio with ease for the 'tropical' mimosas that were on the weekend brunch menu. Andre had decided that it could be a part of the menu after letting Poppy sample the drink out and it was a best-seller on Saturdays and Sundays. "I still trust ya." Soon, though, Andre was back to the "silent brooding" his customers lightly accused him of and it was, in part, due to the arrival of another customer. Specifically for June.
Now, Andre believed that June was perfectly capable of handling himself. He really did. The guy made it twenty-six years in this world without help from Andre and Dre was confident that the guy didn't need him for the rest of it. That didn't, however, quell the straightening of his stance as the patron relaxes against the other side of the bar. Andre's eyes flash to June, their gazes meet, but he doesn't say anything. Just tops the agave-mango puree-orange-pineapple juice mixture with the champagne; he liked letting the Malibu settle at the bottom of the glass so that the customers got that extra hit of alcohol when they finished the last of the glass. He did pause, though, when he heard the very familiar guy ask June out for a date. Just because Andre believed June to be capable of taking care of himself, it didn't mean that Andre was particularly at ease at the idea of June taking care of himself with other people involved. To an extent, Andre saw the kid as a male version of Poppy; though they were both adults and not nearly as young as Andre liked to sometimes pretend that they were, they were still young. And they both shared so many possibilities, even with Poppy's new surge of self-confidence and vivacity. Even if they didn't need to be looked after, the protective instincts that had been fostered within Andre's admittedly intimidating frame still arose. Even more so when the guy glanced over at Andre, a hint of unfriendly heat in the gaze just as June looked back at him too. Andre stared back blatantly at the patron, which caused him to look back at June resolutely, despite his seeming emboldened behavior. Andre was perfectly aware of the rumors, ignored them even. Rumors were rumors, after all. And answering them - whether in the negative or positive - was trivial and childish.
And who didn't like watching Junsoo's reactions?
"Ya know," Andre drawled, handing the tray of ready-made mimosas to a waitress - Carla - before turning his attention back to Junsoo. "Gonna start thinking you really are the real selling point around here." A light grin on his face, Andre took a few steps towards the guy - personal space a foreign concept that he didn't seem aware that he was forgetting about as he peered down at June. "Might even be convinced to let Pops have her way with ya and dress ya up for advertisement. See if it don't bring customers from Crestmont." It probably fueled the rumors, what with Andre standing so close to Junsoo and so comfortably at that - peering down at his flushed face with somewhat hooded yet bright eyes, a small smirk on his mouth - but Andre couldn't bother to care nor think about it. Instead, he turned on his heel, stating, "Gonna check on the kitchen staff. Hold down the fort for me."
Now, Andre believed that June was perfectly capable of handling himself. He really did. The guy made it twenty-six years in this world without help from Andre and Dre was confident that the guy didn't need him for the rest of it. That didn't, however, quell the straightening of his stance as the patron relaxes against the other side of the bar. Andre's eyes flash to June, their gazes meet, but he doesn't say anything. Just tops the agave-mango puree-orange-pineapple juice mixture with the champagne; he liked letting the Malibu settle at the bottom of the glass so that the customers got that extra hit of alcohol when they finished the last of the glass. He did pause, though, when he heard the very familiar guy ask June out for a date. Just because Andre believed June to be capable of taking care of himself, it didn't mean that Andre was particularly at ease at the idea of June taking care of himself with other people involved. To an extent, Andre saw the kid as a male version of Poppy; though they were both adults and not nearly as young as Andre liked to sometimes pretend that they were, they were still young. And they both shared so many possibilities, even with Poppy's new surge of self-confidence and vivacity. Even if they didn't need to be looked after, the protective instincts that had been fostered within Andre's admittedly intimidating frame still arose. Even more so when the guy glanced over at Andre, a hint of unfriendly heat in the gaze just as June looked back at him too. Andre stared back blatantly at the patron, which caused him to look back at June resolutely, despite his seeming emboldened behavior. Andre was perfectly aware of the rumors, ignored them even. Rumors were rumors, after all. And answering them - whether in the negative or positive - was trivial and childish.
And who didn't like watching Junsoo's reactions?
"Ya know," Andre drawled, handing the tray of ready-made mimosas to a waitress - Carla - before turning his attention back to Junsoo. "Gonna start thinking you really are the real selling point around here." A light grin on his face, Andre took a few steps towards the guy - personal space a foreign concept that he didn't seem aware that he was forgetting about as he peered down at June. "Might even be convinced to let Pops have her way with ya and dress ya up for advertisement. See if it don't bring customers from Crestmont." It probably fueled the rumors, what with Andre standing so close to Junsoo and so comfortably at that - peering down at his flushed face with somewhat hooded yet bright eyes, a small smirk on his mouth - but Andre couldn't bother to care nor think about it. Instead, he turned on his heel, stating, "Gonna check on the kitchen staff. Hold down the fort for me."