Andries had long forgotten about the money, concerned over what fight his friend may get into. Roles reveresed, he tried to drag his friend away before their names were penned down in the bartender's black book. And they had been in a few black books before. Deamion seemed far too annoyed to just back down peacefully though, gritting his teeth as the guy decided to get back up in his face with that pearly white smile and his idiotic blue eyes. He should've aimed for those grandfather glasses of him and have the shards shoved up his- "I don't fight a coward's friends." He spat back at him, glaring back at those demure little eyes. Bastards orbs of blue. Oh he did wanna punch him again, but a tug on his arm told him to leave it for the punching bag at home.

 "Stop hiding behind your rich clumsy lil friends trying to play wingman." He growled, turning on his heel. Giving the man full view of his all too well viewed behind as he sauntered away, still rubbing his knuckles. "I told you I hated all the pricks at the bar." He muttered to his friend who just rolled his eyes and clasped a hand on his shoulder, grinning, "That's why we're just gonna have to find you a sophisticated guy! Lamest trick in the book though that was, as if I'd ever leave you alone to be fed on by the sharks. Come on, let's go to Chapron. I know a guy who can let us in, we're bound to find someone there!"

 "I told you no more bars." "This one's different! Only the known and friends of the known get in there! We're bound to find someone you like enough." He blabbered on loudly. Dean ion just rolled his eyes and just let him be led on towards the next bar. If anything, he could at least have someone buy him a few drinks.