Oh, fuck this noise, Claudio thought, DMLE reflexes kicking as he threw up a hand, blocking Smith's throw. His hand gripped Smith's arm and Claudio shoved forward, using his strength to twist Zach around and press him up against the bar. He probably yanked on Smith's arms harder than he should, but the little git had just broken his baby brother's nose. He'd liveāand seemed drunk enough that he'd likely not really feel it as badly until the next morning. Claudio bound Zach's hands behind his back.
"Definitely not a poofter, sweet pea. But I'm glad you're getting all jealous over me. M'flattered, truly," Claudio chuckled darkly, pressing Smith's face to the bar as he spoke in his ear. Claudio pulled back enough grab hold of the back of Zach's shirt, pulling him up to stand. "M'not on duty, but damn, I think I'm going to like booking you." Claudio kept a firm grip as he looked over to the bartender. "Mikey, you want to send your doorman to flag down the Diagon DMLE on duty. Getting on near curfew, they're probably getting to their posts. Tell him to send up a few yellow sparks, yeah?"
"Baby brother," Claudio called, shoving Smith down onto a stool before motioning Marc a bit closer. He was in no mood to yell all over the bar until the active duty officers arrived. "Now who the fuck wants to explain to me what the fuck was going on?" Claudio asked as Marc sat down on a bar stool several feet away from Smith, looking put out, blood soaked rag held firmly to his nose. Claudio crossed his arms over his chest and raised a brow.
"I don't have time for this shit, Marc. Anna's expecting me home in an hour, and we've both got to be up and at the hospital early tomorrow, so start talking." Marc mumbled something from underneath the napkin. "Louder, dipshit."
"Smith amb I knowb each obber," Marc answered, sounding swollen and nasal. "Dibn'b see eyeb d'eyeb." Claudio rolled his eyes, turning back to Smith.