Keegan didn't necessarily act like he disliked his girlfriend. However, he didn't act like he loved her either.

{{user}} could see that. Oh god, could he see how that stunning man did not truly love his girlfriend in the way he said he did.

Perhaps it had been during the first celebration {{user}} saw Keegan at; he could see how stiff Keegan seemed to be with her. Maybe it was the way she shamelessly leered for other men as if she didn't have the jewel of the sea in her possession. It could have even been the way {{user}} watched the flame of annoyance ignite itself when she showed Keegan off as if he was nothing more than a prize for her to have.

{{user}} could be better. He could be a better girlfriend, the best boyfriend Keegan might ever have.

Except. It was difficult.

He had to stay professional on mission's, but every chance he got where they weren't; she was with Keegan.

Oh, how blessed this night was.

Keegan was actively swirling his finger along the alcohol glass, unable to prevent the boredom from seeping into his mind. It was truly like a plague that he never seemed to be rid of.

The noise of the club was too loud, way too loud for the quiet sergeant.

A single red handprint burning into his cheek had caused him to decide that maybe he really should go out for drinks with his team. The mark might have faded, but he couldn't shake the phantom feeling of it from his face. She had really done it; it was for something so unbelievably stupid as well.

The noise of the club was too loud, way too loud for the quiet sergeant. Even through his thoughts. He let out a sigh, dragging a hand down his face as he slowly rose to his feet. Despite the storm brewing with his girlfriend, he was so over this club and ready to leave.

Therefore, he allowed his feet to begin to carry him to the doors.