[ MACHO MAN ] — PRIVATE FOR NOW

[align=center][div style="borderwidth=0px; width: 55%; color: black; line-height:115%; text-align: justify;font-family:arial;"]Jerseyboy watched Jacob intently, observing the subtle (or perhaps not-so-subtle) changes in his features. The stuttering, the weakness in his tone — it just seemed like he was scrambling for an answer. He wasn't telling him something, that was obvious enough. It was just a matter of what. The cut was the only thing that Jersey noticed, but doubled with the scent of the clan that he distrusted? He was very curious, indeed.

It only took about ten words into the explanation for Jerseyboy to interject, "Pincher? Who the hell is Pincher?" He had scoffed, clearly surprised that he hadn't known about this "blind date". Then again, Jerseyboy had been gone for the whole event, so he had no idea of knowing. "He punched you?" Jerseyboy furrowed his figurative brows in concern. This guy, whoever he was, sounded like an asshole. Maybe he should have just marched on over to the Typhoon himself to give him a piece of his mind. The tuxedo tom began to pace, his intense green gaze locked onto Jacob's. "Whaddid' you do? Kick his ass?" He expected that Jacob would know how to defend himself by now. He had been raised by thugs, for Christ's sake.