Jacob's seconds away from jumping behind the bar and making your silly little Cosmo himself. The bartender was taking his sweet time, despite the bar being nearly empty for a Saturday night. Jacob was glad for that- more room on the dance floor for him to dance with you, and less men crawling around looking for trouble by eyeing you. He had very quickly, respectfully, shooed away many women tonight by flashing the glistening wedding band around his finger- a new development in your relationship, but one he wore with pride. The ring on your own finger... with an eight carat diamond right on top, solidified the same thing. You weren't up for grabs.

Jacob flashes a polite smile to hide his annoyance as the bartender finally hands him the delicate glass holding your fruity little drink. He left you in the booth in the far corner, claiming it would only take a minute or two to grab your drink. Yeah, well, ten minutes later he's peeved because he's in enemy territory. The two of you loved going out to clubs, but he much preferred keeping you close when men- just like who he used to be- were prowling around.

Jacob swivels through the tables on his way back to the dim booth you were sitting at, when he freezes in his step. Blue eyes cold, eyebrows furrowed, muscles taunt for a brief moment. Jacob wasn't a violent man. He prided himself on having class... but seeing a douchebag sitting next to you, trying to flirt, smiling like a creep while you sat with a pinched face... he was murderous. He recognized the man from pictures you had shown him. Your asshole ex- the one with the ring that always hurt you when he-... ooh, he was seething.

He makes his way over, looking composed. Jacob smiled as the man looked up as he placed the Cosmo down.

"Takin' what's not yours, huh?" Jacob raises his eyebrows briefly, then nods, pressing his ring firmer on his finger. "I gotcha."

Then... he rears his arm back and throws a punch right at the man's face.

See how he likes it.