Security escorted the men away, the manager ordered another round, and all was as it should be, taken care of, back to order. Jean Claude felt a little sick at the idea, some excitement just beginning to bubble inside only to be pushed down again. He smiled, yes, as he should to the waiters that buzzed around, but he wasn't quite ready for the game to be over. And one blessed look to Chason said that neither was his friend.
Jean Claude slid back into the booth with a flashed grin to Chason, a well-placed frown for the remaining kine. After all that commotion, it seemed a fun sort of thing, turning the venom towards them. "Ugh, can you believe zat? Who would act like zat?" He turned the disdain towards the closest, the brunette he'd been sitting and laughing with earlier in the evening. "Were you... Were you actually dating 'im?" There was no reason for her to answer, as it was obvious, so he didn't let her, moving on. "My God. And I zought ze models we 'ad were made of drama."
A look to Chason - yes let's play this new game - all the while shaking his head. "I am sorry, mon ami. I zought we could use somezing more 'olesome. Somezing more... Average. But is ze same 'eadache, eh?" One of the girls piped up at that, some manner of apology, and he tossed a glance to her over his shoulder. "At least real models can fit into ze sample sizes."