JD watched Rachel leave the theatre and shook his head. “Damn,” he muttered to himself. “E and I have to have a talk about this. He should not be making a girl like that think so little of herself that she’d ask out a dude like him.” JD shook his head again. He really couldn’t imagine Ean being that big of a dick, but he still felt the need to verify it just in case. “Lucky bastard. He’d better be treating her right and make up for tonight,” JD groused. Then he turned around and met the united glares of all the people who’d been swarming around Rachel before she left.
“Hi,” JD said. “What’s up?”
One particularly angry looking fellow scowled and started to storm around JD, after Rachel. JD reached out and caught his arm. Then, with a casual twist, he drove the guy down to one knee, swiveled him around, yanked him back up to his feet and shoved him back toward the auditorium doors.
“Yeah, no,” JD said. “I just told that lady that she can do better than my best friend.” He snorted dissmissively at the rest of them. “If you really think I’m going to let a bunch of scuz who are willing to hit on someone who’s clearly interested in someone else bother her, then you’ve got another thing coming. So get your asses into the theatre and sit down, or I will be breaking your legs.”
Some of the people grumbled angrily. A lot of them continued to glare at JD. He just stood there, implacable; arms crossed. Gradually the people started drifting into the auditorium. Satisfied that his job was done, JD relaxed.
“And now what should I do with myself?” JD mused. It would be two hours before Ean regained the motor control necessary to face him in Fantasy Fighter, after all. JD considered going back to the apartments to hang out with Lieutz and Fifi, but then he spotted the two tickets Rachel had dropped.
JD bent down to pick them up. “Score!” He read them as he straightened. “Macbeth, huh?” Then he shrugged. “Sure, why not?”