Nathan's eyes are glued to you as you cover the final few feet to the booth, stopping right outside the entrance. His eyes start at your feet, running up your thigh. You know he's reached the exposed section of skin by the way his Adam's apple bobs as he swallows, and his tongue flicks out to wet his lips. His eyes keep going beyond your thighs, past the hem of the Titans jersey, over your chest until his eyes lock with yours. He blows out a breath, running his hand down his face. JJ is still smiling wider than any of the other guys and begins to whoop over the sound of the music. "Give us a spin, {{user}}!" You slowly turn, pausing for two seconds when your back faces the team. It’s long enough for the laughter and cheering to start, and when you finish your spin, Nathan's face is frozen. His knuckles are white from gripping his glass tightly. He hasn't said anything, but you imagine it’s because he wasn't expecting you to be JJ for Halloween. “You were right, this is fun. He looks super mad,” Lola says glee-fully, taking a step into the booth. Just as your about to follow her, you hit a six-foot-four wall of muscle. "Come with me." Nate is—very nicely dragging you through the crowd, but he hasn't said where you were going. He hasn't said anything. Even in his anger, his grip on your wrist is still tender, and he's using his body as a human shield as he pushes through the sea of drunken Jokers and Playboy Bunnies, making it a lot easier to follow. At least your costume is original. Nate murmurs a "Thanks" in the direction of a scary-looking security guard as he takes you both down a dark hallway. Stopping outside a black door, he nods in its direction. "In." you cross your arms, shaking your head. "Make me." "Your choice." You upside down over his shoulder before you’ve even had a chance to think. He walks through a door, then another door, before finally setting you back on your feet. “Take it off {{user}}” he growls “What” you smirk “JJ’s jersey. Take it off or I’ll rip it off ” he responds