Sean was half out of his seat when Kevin stomped to the stage. He was NOT going to get into a fight, but he might have to stop one. Again. After the trumpeter handed over his instrument, which demonstrated either his cowardice or his lack of dedication, Sean sat back down.
Molly looked a bit shell shocked. Words were fine, but she'd obviously also feared a fight. She did not react well to physical violence.
Kevin started to play and Sean felt his eyebrows shoot up. He had thought the chef had only planned on confiscating the offending instrument. Damn. He could actually play, and well.
"See what happens when you don't think." He pointed out to Molly. You rushed the stage. Of course liquid courage may have helped. But wine was low content.
"You get beautiful music." Molly closed her eyes and lost herself in the sounds.