The sudden drop of Claire’s name took him by surprise, though in retrospect he probably shouldn’t have been so startled that she not only knew the redhead’s name, but that she was the one Jesse was ‘unleashing his frustrations on’, for lack of a better term. With her father being who he was, most people knew who she was, even if they came from their part of town – the bad side, where sin and chaos blossomed. He had heard about the MacCullen family before he had ever met her, though it was only when he overheard conversations going on at the bar.
Jesse knew more about the personal lives of the citizens of Bablyon than people would expect him to – they don’t realize that while he doesn’t speak much, that doesn’t mean he isn’t listening to all of their dirty secrets.
Still, there was something that changed about the look in his eyes when Claire’s name was mentioned, and soon he was finally giving into the temptation to look away from her, finding sudden interest in the bar top. Her voice was the only thing that lifted those amber colored eyes, fixating on the sapphire orbs that were housed between a set of perfectly curled eyelashes.
Emilia was a woman who got what she wanted, no matter how much collateral damage came from getting it.
“I almost believe you.”
Whether or not she could detect the sarcasm in his voice he wasn't sure, but either way he pushed away from the bar in order to straighten up.
“Lemme know when you need another.”
He motioned towards her glass with one of his hands, thinking now would be a good time to go and tend to other people at the bar before she was ready for another shot.