[b]Nel - PL: 250/300[/b]

His gaze swiveled between both of them as they left with parting words for their seats, his coppery eyes stern in its resolution. He had wanted to fight but now that the situation was diffused, he felt nothing but shame for the desire. He clenched his fist tightly, so tightly that he felt his fingers would puncture his gloves. It was just disappointing; to say the least. 

“Damn man, you're awesome,” Cade placed a hand on his shoulder, smiling. “you put them in their place like a teacher.” 

“Nah, man. Not at all. It was already resolved when I got here. Come on, let's go.” Cade and himself sauntered off back to their seats. Cade mumbled every once in awhile about something random that caught his attention in the crowd but Nel himself battling a inner turmoil. Today was just not his day. His gut instinct kept returning, the words “fight” kept popping up.