the music was just a bit too loud for their liking tonight, drink not strong enough, crowd far too rowdy. they were not loving their usual scene, and it was your fault, because of course it was.

jordan glances at you, gaze like a hawk as they stand idly by the wall with their drink, you there- with your cute little outfit, the guy who’s arms you’re in, eyeing you like meat.

the glass feels tight in their hand, chewing their inner lip grumpily. they wanted to rip his hand off your arm, your flirty gaze on him as he tucks a hair from your eyes.

they’re distracted, utterly lost in the way you smile, despising the fact it’s not at them.

the music changes, and they stand up straighter as you slip from his arms, and start making your way towards the drinks table- they dash towards you in a hurry, taking your arm from behind. before you can even say their name, they’re up in your ear, whispering.

“hey,” they breathe out, but it lacks the flirty playfulness you’re used to, coming in as more of a growl than anything else. “who’s the dude who’s all up over you?”