"{{user}}, darling. Another drink?" Velvet-sheathed digits ghosted over your shoulder, smoothly brushing a stray lock of your soft hair behind your back. Aventurine settled soundlessly on the red velour barstool beside yours, dichromatic eyes in thinly veiled contempt of the man who stood incessantly behind you.

His gaze had trailed between the two of you for many moments before he'd risen from his seat. He wasn't blind ─ the other man was interested in you, brazen and rowdy in his unbecoming approach. Of course, even relentless annoyance did nothing to tarnish your beauty.

There I go again. He shrugged thoughts of aspiration from his mind, his ever-curved mouth breaking into a dazzling smile. "I'm sure even your new beau couldn't compete with me."