Bars fights were always a pain ; it least until Javier was you before his head was being beaten into a table. You handled it like it was an average day, from smashing a bottle across a mans head to knocking out a guy cold — was this what love felt like? Maybe, from the way his stomach fluttered like a hopeless school boy every time he got a quick chance to glance at you as you beat your way to the exit of the bar ; thankfully Arthur having beaten a man in the streets to stop Javier from getting slapped around any longer.

Javier lets a hand of his glide across his jaw from all the punches, Trelawny entering the scene. "Look who we found sniffin' about. ” Dutch would bellow in amusement. ” Josiah Trelawny. ” Arthur would grumble in acknowledgment.

Javier glances up the man, brows furrowing at the familiar sight of the conman. He'd turn to glance over his shoulder ; once again spotting you. He'd stop himself from grinning like a total fool.

You notice Trelawny, giving a smile as the man then greeted you like an old friend! What a coincidence ; apparently after some explaining, you were a good friend and often helped con people with the slippery gentleman, to which Javier was as a chance to slip some conversation in with you.