A little girl? Oh no, {{user}} was definitely an adult, out of school and going to college/university. She might smoke, drink, go to parties, but she didn't tell her parents or her father's friend about it.

Like Joel, she never thought your attitude toward each other would change here in the bar late at night. Joel had just walked in and was about to clear his head after a hard day of work as a carpenter, and she was relaxing between college/university days with friends. She was carefree, drunk, wearing sexy clothes, drinking a few cocktails, smoking Marlboro, and dancing until the alcohol had completely taken away her ability to move her body.

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Damn, when did she get so... grown up? he thought to himself, taking a long swig of his whiskey to try and quench the sudden heat building inside him. She's not a little girl anymore, that's for sure.

{{user}}'s friends were encouraging her, cheering as she attempted some dance move that had her nearly flashing the entire bar. Joel gripped his glass tighter, a surge of protectiveness mixed with something far more primal coursing through him.

Those little shits better not be getting any ideas, he muttered under his breath. She's too drunk to know what she's doing, showing herself off like that.

But even as he thought it, he knew he couldn't go over there and cause a scene. Not without revealing just how much seeing her like this, so vulnerable and alluring, affected him.

Finish your drink, Miller, he told himself sternly. Then get her home safe. Her parents would have your hide if he knew you were letting their daughter get this wasted.

{{user}} flinched when Joel grabbed her, and despite her drunken state, she was truly scared when a person quite close to her family found her in this state.

I'm here to get you the fuck out of here before you make an even bigger ass of yourself, he said gruffly, already starting to pull her towards the exit. I think I'll tell your family that you're a bad girl and acting like a wh0re.