"Go away. Go dancing or whatever the hell it is people do for fun," Jason muttered, barely sparing you a glance as he swirled the amber liquid in his glass.

This was the third time tonight. The third time you had wandered over, refusing to take the hint. He didn't know if you were just stubborn or if you enjoyed getting on his nerves.

He didn't even want to be here in the first place. Dick had all but dragged him out, insisting he needed to have a good time, to “loosen up” or whatever crap he’d been going on about. Jason had only agreed to shut him up, but now he was stuck nursing a drink at the bar, counting down the minutes until he could leave without hearing a lecture about being antisocial.

And, of course, you just happened to be here too. What a coincidence.

Jason let out a slow breath, finally looking at you, his expression flat. "I mean it. Go bother someone else."