Kol doesn’t take too kindly to being jealous. He tends to get very possessive when it comes to you, so if there is ever a situation in which he begins to feel jealous he’ll immediately make sure that his presence is known to the guy who is talking to you. If the guy continues to try to come onto you Kol will have no problems with teaching him exactly where he belongs. Far, far away from you.
Jeremy wouldn’t be as possessive as Kol, but he still wouldn’t take kindly to jealousy. At first, not wanting to seem ‘the overbearing boyfriend’, he would hang back and let you take care of the guy trying to flirt with you at the bar. After about five minutes of the other man refusing to leave you alone Jeremy would decided to intervene. He’d position himself directly between you and the man and selectively ignore him. Instead he would face you, grabbing onto your hand and being overly affectionate. He’d take your drink from the bartender before you got a chance too and slinging an arm over your shoulder would guide you back to the table, throwing a scowling look over his shoulders to the other man.
Elijah would try to be more subtle with his jealousy. He wouldn’t confront the individual unless he thought that you absolutely needed his help. Rather, he would sit at the table and watch you carefully as you dealt with the stranger. When you finally managed to get back to the table Elijah’s eyes would never leave the other man’s face as he reached out for your hand, or kissed your forehead. Some sort of public display of affection to let the man know who you were there with.
Enzo would becoming possessive when he was jealous. He would instantly pull you out of whatever situation was making him jealous, or would immediately lay one on you to stake his claim. He also might roughen up whoever it was that was flirting with you, not too badly, just enough to make sure they knew never to touch what was his again.
Lucien would automatically make his presence known if he thought that someone was flirting with you. He would come up behind you, sling his arms around your torso to pull you backwards into his chest, rest his chin either on top of your head or on your shoulder and glare at the man who had been flirting with you. He wouldn’t even try to mask his glare as something else, either. At every opportunity he could he would interject in the conversation with a rude remark or a sarcastic comment, mostly throwing insults in the direction of the other man, until the guy would give up entirely and excuse himself.
Marcel would be more calm about the situation. I think he would be able to see that you weren’t reciprocating the behavior that was making him jealous in the first place, and would be able to intervene with a level head. He would be able to introduce himself into the situation as your boyfriend and would ensure that the other individual knew that fact before bringing you back to your table and away from them.
Summary: It’s St. Patrick’s Day 2001. Gerard is drunk at an Irish pub and you have to go pick him up.
A/N: Happy St. Patrick’s Day to all my Irish followers (and anyone else who celebrates!)
It was March 17, 2001, and you were at home, minding your own business. Then, the phone rang. “Hello?” said an unfamiliar voice on the other end of the line. “Hello, who is this?” you asked, puzzled. “Sorry to bother you,” the caller apologized. “I’m the bartender at O’Flannigan’s Irish Pub. We’ve got a man here, he, uh, he’s really wasted. We had to cut him off, but he won’t leave. You were the first name in his cell phone under recent calls, so…..” It must be Gerard, you realized. He was the only one of your friends who owned a cell phone. You remembered him rambling to you about how, in ten years, everyone was going to own one. You weren’t so sure. “Fuck,” you sighed into the phone’s receiver, winding the cord anxiously around your finger. “I’ll come pick him up, ok?” “Thank you,” the bartender said, sounding as if he was sorry. “And have a Happy St. Patrick’s Day.” You blinked in momentary confusion as you hung up the phone. You’d completely forgotten that the Irish holiday was today. You didn’t normally do much to celebrate it. But, you knew a lot of people observed it by drinking heavily. Clearly, that had been what Gerard decided to do. You rolled your eyes as you climbed into the car and drove to the pub.