CJ's gaze briefly swung to the guy he'd seen Molly with earlier. Protective came to mind and considering Molly's words, that was probably indeed the case. He gave Molly a small smile before she moved away and before he turned his attention back to Naima.
"Cock jacker and cunt jumper?" he intoned. "Are those supposed to be insults?" He took another drink, an attempt at appearing casual and unperturbed by her but damn it was difficult. "You're gonna have to try a little harder than that, sweetheart."
What he really wanted to do, was not drink the drink in his hand. He wanted to throw it. He wanted to grab a hold of Naima and shake her, at the very least drag her from the damn club and remind her of the one way in which they were actually ever good together.