Although Hayden had geared herself up for the inevitable disappointment, she had been hopeful that Eden would tell her otherwise. That she did want her, and liked being around her. The answer never came however because both were interrupted by a man who reeked of alcohol. Hayden, always a little too friendly for her well being, smiled and said hi. Her friendliness dissipated rather quickly when the man introduced himself as Dave and began talking to Eden. “You’re quite the pretty thing, wouldn’t mind taking you out for a spin.” Hayden gripped her empty beer glass, a tight smile on her face as she made eye contact with Eden. “We were just leaving actually,” Hayden said quietly. The man turned and faced her. “Oh sorry babe, am I not paying you enough attention?” With that the man threw an arm around Hayden and pulled her into his chest. He reeked of B.O. and alcohol and Hayden tried to gently push him off with no success.
As far as Eden was concerned, Dave had overstayed his welcome from the very first second he made himself known. Meeting his affronting versions of compliments with a blank expression, opting to wait it out until he got bored and left, her façade showed signs of faltering the instant he strung an offensive arm so indelicately over Hayden’s shoulders. ”Hey, I think she’s good,” she interjected, a flare of heat surging up the back of her neck as he peered over to send a wide toothy grin towards Eden’s antagonistic attitude, “Awww,” he sneered, jostling Hayden with a squeeze of his outstretched arm, “your friend doesn’t like sharing? That’s not very nice...” Eden cringed, upper lip curling at the potent whiff of him that radiated into her space, too close for comfort. “Maybe I’m not a nice girl,” she snapped in a mutter, attentively shifting her gaze to Hayden’s face, noting the unnaturally tensed composure of her facial expression. Another issue was the last damn thing she needed on her hands.
Eden’s hands, however, were perfectly empty and clean. Wiped dry on the thighs of her jeans, to be precise, before she clenched one into a fist and channeled every muted mounting degree of infuriation into throwing her knuckles squarely at the soft base of his throat. The contact made pronounced thud upon impact, in turn causing an entirely different type of warmth to shoot up her arm. Ignoring what would surely ache later, Eden wasted no time pushing up from her seat, as much as she wished to linger and observe the satisfying aftermath of the impulsive swing— mister creepy stranger’s hands flying up to cradle the assaulted area of his neck as he stumbled back, spluttering like an idiot. All she could truly afford to notice was the spaciousness suddenly back in place around Hayden, interrupted only by Eden reaching out for her (with the hand not currently throbbing), “Let’s get out of here.”
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