[center][h3][color=Red]Jonas Highwind[/color][/h3]

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[b][u]Location;[/u][/b] Relo-Mania XXVI
[b][u]Interacting With; A Crowd, Tara Niklos, Rozalia Eathliel, Dallas Relo[/u][/b][/center][hr][hr]

[color=ed1c24][i]Uh oh.[/i][/color]

He knew that look all too well, on the (ironically, though he wasn't aware of it) thirsty young demigoddess's face. The rolling of the eyes, the cocky curl upwards of the lips, even the word "muscles" and "brains" in the same sentence out of her mouth (as the son of Ares, you get very acclimated to lipreading those two in some form of derogatory combination during your first year or so.). Standard fare for trying to bully the sons and daughters of war, really, but that wasn't what he was worried about.

Not at all, compared to Tara, who would be all too happy to send her head through that bar if she felt annoyed enough. The girl was a demigod, true-- and thusly was likely able to defend herself to a point. But even so, even joking around with Tara--as Dallas had shown amply-- was akin to prodding an annoyed lion with a stick. Outright talking shit? Somewhere between "armwrestling an enraged silverback on shark testosterone" and "playing hot potato with a live grenade". He couldn't stand idly by while anyone tried to do any of those things!

And so, he didn't.

Springing off the wall, he deftly hid his desperate sprint within sidesteps and weaves as he tore through the crowd between him, his best friend, his underclassman, and his beloved yet oh so volatile little sister. He needed to defuse the situation for everyone's sake--he knew Dallas hated fights at parties--and he needed to do it quick. He still hadn't sparred Tara like he'd promised tonight yet, she undoubtedly had steam to blow off. So, what he elected as his course of action, funnily enough, could be described as akin to one of the jab's myriad purposes in boxing.

Interrupting a train of thought.

[color=ed1c24]"Ayy, Dal! Some party you got, brother!"[/color] he called, raising an arm in greeting even as his six-three frame nimbly busied itself with weaving past the last globule of people between him and the trio. After nodding his greeting to his sister (and tossing her a brief "be cool" glance), he pointedly caught the girl from earlier's eye and threw her a smile, despite his rushing blood and pumping heart.

[color=ed1c24]"Looks like you made it!"[/color]