❝Guess you’re not so handsome anymore❞,
Finn snorted with the kind of rotting, selfish
pride only he was capable of producing.
With a sip, his thick lower lip quirked around
the green bottle of his lager.
❝What are you on about this time❞, Alex sighed,
exasperated before the explanation even happened.
❝You’re not the 'handsome barman' anymore❞, he smirked,
working the last part between his hooked fingers as makeshift
quotation marks.
Alex didn’t even look at him, chopping the limes.
❝Whatever, man.❞
❝Rudy? He didn’t call you
handsome barman? Just
Alex?❞
Alex huffed, finally glancing at the
little man flatly. ❝So what? Are ya
gay for ‘im now or somethin’?❞
❝Nuh-no! It’s not what I said?!❞
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(——— Wait—No—No— wait…didn’…
didn’t you say he’d know regardless…he…
he is you, after all. Wouldn’t he be able to sort
of jus’…know?)
❝Did I❞, he responded with poisonous inquisition.
His features were still bright, sharp cheekbones
swelled with a smile that should have belonged to
a plastic mask now. A mockery of itself. His brow
twitched and his nostrils fluttered once.
Jess gazed up at him with her cheeks still wet
and her eyes frantic. He could see the cogs turning
behind her swimming gaze.
He was still holding onto her.
Her hold was suddenly rigid.
She was figuring it out now. It was a shame.
He’d hoped to take her to the flat without having
to fight her for it — leave them useless twats to
chatter in the bar while the one thing they’d
meant to prevent was, in fact, happening right
under their noses.
His features loosened, then tightened, morphing and
appearing to melt into the sharpness Rudy Three always
exuberated when he was in charge, with eyes half lidded
and a leer drawn from his lips. It was proud. Proud of her,
for being so smart. Any of the others would have taken the
bait but her, Jess, his beautiful Jess, she managed to take
him by surprise yet again. He admired her for it. Very little
people had such an effect on him, if any at all.
His grip tightened on her before she were to escape
him, pulling back back to him in an embrace that was
reminiscent of their first and last dance, his hand
clasping upon her mouth before she uttered another
sound. He kept her firmly in his grasp, using her exhaustion
against her, and leaned in by her ear, his voice low and gruff:
—❝Shhhh! Shhh! I tol’ ye, Jess. Didn’ I? I tol’ ye…
M’really good at hide an’ seek, me….❞
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