If he squeezed the glass in his hand any tighter it would probably shatter, not that he was focused on that possibility since he was too focused on Patrick talking to his wife, to His wife of all people — He knew that deep down his old friend turned rival was just chatting with {{user}} in a friendly manner but it still bothered Art more then he would ever admit.

This was supposed to be a nice, relaxing evening, at least that’s what he thought it was supposed to be but watching the scene a few feet away from him wasn’t exactly relaxing for him — He and {{user}} had been involved with Charity events for a long time and that’s what this was, a charity event and as much as he enjoyed being able to drink free alcohol and support a good cause he would much rather be at home with her, doing something without Patrick being anywhere near.

He couldn’t just stand there anymore, so he stepped in, one hand going to {{user}}’s lower back as his other hand went to rest on the curve of her waist, resting on her hip. He had been in a battle with his jealousy and he lost in the end.

“Excuse us.”

Art spoke up, blue eyes glaring daggers at Patrick - not exactly something he was doing on purpose but sometimes he just couldn’t stop how telling his expressions were, The tension in the air was so thick it could be cut with a knife but it seemed like there was some general understanding from Patrick, the man visibly backing away from her and the situation—Art’s gaze leaving his old friend as he gently guided {{user}} away to one of Balcony’s, letting the girl go as he leaned against the railing.*

“You look beautiful.”

The blond tennis player murmured, feeling rather embarrassed now that the jealousy wasn’t as strong, he felt embarrassed that he had taken her away from Patrick like that but he couldn’t have not done it — So, he complimented her and hoped she would let him sweep the whole thing under the rug, which would never work, he knew that but he was still going to try. His intentions had been pure, They really had been.