Eddie wasn’t staring, and he definitely wasn’t jealous. Why would he be jealous? You were a hot, single guy. You could flirt with men at bars all you wanted. He just would’ve preferred you to do it when he wasn’t there, that’s all.

He sipped absently at his beer as he watched, ignoring the glances he was getting from the rest of the crew that had joined them on this impromptu night out.

The man, a tall guy with tattoos on his hands, leaned closer to you and pushed you a drink, and Eddie felt his lip snarl up slightly.

He had no right to be jealous. He wasn’t even gay, he just- he wanted you to be with someone that deserved you, and random men flirting with you at bars definitely didn’t.

“Don’t even start” He mumbled to Hen, who was staring at him just as pointedly as he was staring at you.