It had been FOREVER that Jensen had been in a good old fashioned brawl. It was just dumb luck that he happened to be in this particular bar today. He had wanted a drink while he pondered this creeper theatre guy, and his almost fight with Fred. Jensen was ill at ease.
He'd been lost in thought with his beer, leaning his arms on the bar when someone got shoved into him. A glower over his shoulder but he had every intention of making sure the guy was okay only to get cold cocked in the face by said stumbly guy and accused of tripping him.
That was it! Jensen spit blood out of his mouth then was on his feet and giving back as good as he got. And all with a grin on his face. Apparently what he needed was to cut loose.