Andries stared down at the crying boy, then shot a look back at Deamion who was just gesturing for him to cut it and run. He could always push too far and this honestly wouldn't be the first time he had seen his friend make someone cry in public. It also wouldn't be the first time that Andries made the situation even worse by trying to 'help' said crying person. Unfortunately, Andries being as Andries was, failed to take any of his frantic hints and decided to take matters into his own hands, "You know, if you're gonna cry, the worst place you can do it is a bar. And cryers that come to a bar usually go for hard beer and sangria, not classy red wine that you have to fork out a pretty penny for. So..." He leaned down and met the boy's tear stained gaze, holding his hand out, "There's a pretty penny spilled on my shirt, and it's gonna take a pretty penny to have it out, pay up." 

 He rolled his eyes and ran a hand over his cheek. Sighing softly to himself and staring down at the fancy tile work on the marble flooring, pristine white till a shadow fell over them. He peeked out from his hand and stared up at the man who had come across to greet him. Tall, dark and handsome. Well dressed compared to the other geezers that inhabited this watering hole. Staring down at him with something akin to autism concern and... Geez, that smile. Something purple flitted over his vision, but he was vaguely sure that he was just seeing red instead. 

 The corners of his lips tugged up into a smile and he rested, hiding, half his face in his hand, answering his gaze with a giggle, "Call me cutie again, handsome.." 

 Really, the punch had been uncalled for. Especially towards a complete stranger. He usually reserved the brass knuckles for that. Still, it had felt good when his fist connected with that pretty boy face. "Call me Cutie again, and you'll end up in the morgue." He growled, cracking his knuckles as Andries rushed back over to him. The bartender quick to follow, ready to throw them out. He didn't particularly care if a fight happened, as long as it didn't happen in his bar. Deamion sighed, feeling only slightly better from letting some steam out. Pretty fucking great birthday so far!