[ Rumlow notices Kenzi before Jefferson does. He's too wrapped up in the kiss, which feels like his first real kiss in... again, decades. Which is so long that by that logic, he'd have never been kissed before. Except he has, he thinks. He must have. He certainly doesn't kiss like somebody experiencing it for the first time. Drunk as he is, Jefferson still knows how to welcome Brock's tongue into his mouth, to reciprocate. Like he's done it a thousand times before, even if it feels like he's gone an entire lifetime without.
He hears somebody speak, but it doesn't register. Not until Rumlow breaks it off, leaving him catching his breath and then-- cue wide eyed horror as Jefferson turns his head to see who the other man's addressing.
Kenzi. His regular customer/friend? He can consider her a friend, right? She's certainly been a little dose of sunshine in his life, and here he is, kissing... her husband. The one she told him about. And even if she doesn't seem upset, he's mortified. ]
I didn't know-- I'm sorry-- Uh...
[ TIME TO RUN AWAY. Or try. He's not very quick on his feet right now. And it doesn't help that the alcohol still in his system has him feeling dizzy and lightheaded the second he tries to shoot up to his feet-- oh, and Rumlow's still holding onto his coat, which has the effect of him stumbling rather than standing, crashing onto the ground. ]
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He hears somebody speak, but it doesn't register. Not until Rumlow breaks it off, leaving him catching his breath and then-- cue wide eyed horror as Jefferson turns his head to see who the other man's addressing.
Kenzi. His regular customer/friend? He can consider her a friend, right? She's certainly been a little dose of sunshine in his life, and here he is, kissing... her husband. The one she told him about. And even if she doesn't seem upset, he's mortified. ]
I didn't know-- I'm sorry-- Uh...
[ TIME TO RUN AWAY. Or try. He's not very quick on his feet right now. And it doesn't help that the alcohol still in his system has him feeling dizzy and lightheaded the second he tries to shoot up to his feet-- oh, and Rumlow's still holding onto his coat, which has the effect of him stumbling rather than standing, crashing onto the ground. ]