You and Eliot were out clubbing, after a particularly rough job with the team. The two of you decided a night of drinking and dancing would help ease the nerve, and it did, immaculately.

until you lost Eliot to the crowd. You were scampering through bunches of people like a chicken with its head cut off, frantically looking for your beloved hitter

then your eyes landed on him, standing at the bar with two more drinks in his hand. One being a beer, the other being your favorite. You would've smiled at how sweet the scene was if it weren't for the uncomfortable look on his face. Your eyes drifted to the ditzy bimbo giving him bedroom eyes, batting her lashes at him with that stupid smile of hers.

"Your eyes are so blue," she'd mumble with a giggle, the sound obscenely annoying to your ears. You saw how Eliot's smile tightened, his eyes swirling with discomfort*