Re: Bar: Janus/Steve
In this kind of situation, Janus only had one or two options. He just wasn't the kind of man to turn around and leave, because he didn't avoid confrontation just because it was coming for him on two feet and too-blue eyes. He could brazen through it, stick to some like like he'd been mistaken for somebody else, but he knew this man, and he stuck to the truth like old gum. The sound of his name had a very visible effect on Janus, down the top of his spine and through his shoulders, and he hardened his jaw like he'd been struck.
He still had a kindly look in his eyes for Steve, though, an old fondness that crinkled the corners of his eyes. He put his hands in his pockets, defensive without thinking about it, and stopped at a little bit of distance, so he could look Steve in the eye without craning his neck. "Captain. Looking good." He gave the other man a silly grin of a smile, a stretch of lips that it was clear he could command at will without needing any real humor. There was caution way in the back of Janus' brown eyes, a wariness that was close to warning. He flashed a gaze around the bar, but no one from the B&B was present just then. The other people there he knew only by a nod, one or two that visited relatives or did business in the capital, another man he'd seen briefly at the Easter Egg Hunt before the whole thing went to hell.
Janus looked back at Steve. "Where do I get whatever you're on?"