Auther: therouxhoe

The bar was noisy as the jukebox played another 80s tune, causing the men on the dance floor to uproar like they had when every other song started.

Bradley cradled his bottle of beer in his hands as he watched the chaos unfold around him. From this spot, he could survey almost the entire bar.

"Where's your girl?" Hangman asked casually as he walked by, smirking as if he knew something that Bradley didn't.

"She's around." Bradley replied nonchalantly. He often found that there was no point in giving Jake a reaction.

Jake's eyes flickered with a hint of annoyance, "Well, I make sure my women are satisfied so they don't wander off and talk to other men."

His head gestured over to where you were standing at the pool table, talking and laughing with another guy. As Jake chuckled, his laugh had a slight malicious ring to it. He gave Bradley two condescending pats on the shoulder before walking on towards a group of Navy graduates.

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The guy trying to hit on you clearly knew nothing about women. He'd been making insufferable small talk since you'd headed to the pool table to say hi to Payback and Fanboy. You'd been trying every subtle hint in the book; smiling politely and pretending to scroll through Instagram on your phone, but it was starting to look like you'd need class A drugs to get through this misogynistic 'banter'.

"So when can I take a lady like you out?" He asked, oblivious to your disinterest.

"For?" You played dumb, glancing over the guy's shoulder to make eye contact with your boyfriend. Bradley smirked, his eyes never leaving yours as he took a swig from the beer in his hand whilst standing against the bar.

"For a date." The guy continued.

"No thank you."

"I thought prostitutes couldn't deny services."

You spun back around to the guy and scoffed, "first of all, calling me a prostitute doesn't do anything but make your dick look small. Secondly, prostitutes can deny services under consent and sex work laws. At least make sure your dig at me makes sense."

You sauntered off, making your way back to your boyfriend.

"Hey." He murmured, putting his arms out to pull you into him as he leaned back against the bar. He passed you a newly bought version of drink you'd left beside him when you'd hurried off to see your friends earlier, "interesting conversation?"

You pretended to think for a moment, shrugging. "Nothing as scintillating as what I'm used to with you."

That got a laugh out of him. "That's my girl."

The praise made your stomach dip and you cupped his cheeks in your freshly manicured hands, his moustache brushing against your top lip as you kissed. "You know I'm yours."

"And I'm yours." Bradley pulled you back towards him, planting a few soft kisses on your neck before turning to order you both a round of drinks.