He wasn't one to get jealous, but with a few beers in his system—his emotions were unaccustomed to being let loose.

The pool cue in his hand spun in impatient circles, you'd only gone to get another round in and some guy had already hounded you. He thought about what he could do to said the gentleman with the pool cue, as you showed your teeth in a buttery smile, your hand reaching out to touch his arm, your laughter filling the air. You weren't even his and that only served to make it all so much worse.

His dark eyes watched as you paid, picking the tray of drinks up and walking them over. The rest of the team thanked you, took their pints as you grabbed two drinks, presenting one to him with that same buttery smile. He could feel his voice lowering an octave as he leaned a little to make sure you heard him.

"Wipe that smile off your face."