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Highway to hell
"Oh, come on! You have to know this one." The brunette tried to ignore the clearly intoxicated man but he persisted. "It's about sex." Silence. "Seriously? I thought that was your entire personality." That got her to turn around.
"I'm sorry?" His brief dejected look transformed into an array of emotions. It fleeted from upset, determination and self-entitlement before settling on malicious intent.
"You will be." Who she once would simply be a harmless college nerd, sneered viciously. "I have paid for your drinks all night and I get nothing? What the fuck? How's that fair?" While not particularly threatening in tone this time, in fact it seemed like a petulant child getting their toy away, it still was enough to put her further on the edge. But she was her own woman, and she was stubborn.
"Why am I obligated to sleep with you? I told you that I wasn't interested but you continued. You bought me drinks and forced me to drink them while you watched me." The man looked stunned, uncertain the path she was taking.
"You could of said no, I'm a nice guy. I would have left you alone." She wasn't sure if he was saying that to ensure her or himself. Either way she wouldn't back down. She leant forward into his personal space. Her lips reaching towards his ear as she spoke.
"I did." The whispered words were spoken softly. A cursed blessing as she saw them register on his face as she pulled back.
The man looked affronted. His arms gesturing wilding, trying to grasp for any reason at all. His eyes shifting around him before stopping on her. Her dress more specifically. "Then you shouldn't have dressed like that."
"And what's wrong with the way I'm dressed. It goes pass my knees, the neckline isn't plunging to far down and, I cannot say this enough to men like you, I didn't dress up for you."
Even with her words, it didn't stop his hand creeping onto her leg. "Girls like you always play hard to get. You all show your true colours eventually." She doesn't acknowledge it with anything more than a disgusted eye roll before standing up to leave. "Where do you think you're going?" His arm reaches out towards her fleeing body.
As his fingers start to close, a hand intercept it. Their slender fingers slipping under enough to move his away from the woman. "I believe the lady was leaving." A distinctly female voice spoke out. The demanding, and slightly superior tone forced his mouth to start spewing words before his eyes made their way towards the woman.
"Who do you think you are?" The man snapped his mouth shut, the glare the woman held was far more intense than his liquer-adled mind could comprehend.
"Aubrey Posen, you?"
"Jesse. If you would just leave, I could get back to my date." The blonde looks towards his 'date'. A single brow risen in a silent question.
"Hell no." Using Jesse's momentary shock to her favour, the brunette slipped closer towards the blonde.
"Oi!" One step towards the duo and he had an entire bar after him. Half stood up ready to defend them but the blonde only smiled lifting her jacket up enough to show a concealed handle. Jesse backed off. "Whatever, you're not that hot anyway."
Aubrey walked slowly towards him, not paying attention to him backing away from her. "She's more hot than anyone you could hope to get." With that she turned around quickly. Her arm flying 'accidently' into his face from the momentum.
Nobody helped him up.
The blonde walks towards the other woman, her arm looping around her shoulders casually. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that Beca." The blue in their eyes heated.
"I know" Beca couldn't hide her excitement from her face, no matter how hard she tried. Her 'meek' appearance only aiding minimally.
"You could at least look more upset about that."
Beca wraps her arms around the taller girl's neck. Thankful that her heels hide most of their height difference. "How can I when you look so hot defending me?" It was a hushed whisper towards the blonde only. Everyone else in the bar knew better than to look at their boss' girl.
"And do you thank me?" A suggestive smirk worked its way onto both their faces. No-one ever found out who got it from who.
"Not yet, but I can think of a few ways."
"Looking forward to it."