Bar Encounters
Prompt: Another man harasses Lee’s girl
Word Count: 1282
Warnings: Mentions of violence, alcohol consumption, profanity
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It isn’t very often that Lee gets jealous or possessive, probably because you aren’t typically around other guys together. Sure, you’ll go to the bar with Gunner Barney and Cesar - but Lee doesn’t get jealous of them. He knows none of them would try anything, unless they were completely shitfaced.
It was another typical Friday after they returned home again, all of you at the local bar, having a good time. Since arriving, you had taken notice of a man checking you out from a table across the other side of the room, accompanied by a few other guys. You had randomly looked up and spotted him staring at you more than twice. You rolled your eyes and looked away, leaning your elbows on the table and sipping on your beer. You half-listened to Barney telling another crazy story, looking beside you and seeing your boyfriend staring intently at you. You rest your chin in your hand and give him a look, raising your eyebrows to ask what he is staring at you for. He only smirks at you, then returns his gaze to his friend, commenting on his insanity.
You glance across the room again and spot the man still looking your direction, muttering to his friend as he watched, and then his friend looked your way. You huff and look between your own friends at the table, suddenly sort of bored. You stand up, Lee’s hand falling from your thigh, to which he gives you a look, silently asking where you are going. You announce that you are getting a shot, and he nods, watching you walk away for a moment, then getting distracted by Gunner hollering about something.
You order a shot from the bartender and lean against the bar, hoping that nobody bothers you - you are not in the mood tonight. And just your luck, you feel someone touch your arm, and turn to see the creepy guy that has been watching you standing there, a gross smirk on his face.
“Hey there, doll.” He greets, his hand on your arm clammy and warm, sending shivers of disgust up your spine. You scoot to the left in order to cause his gross hand to drop and readjust your elbows on the bar counter, once again rolling your eyes. “Ohhh, someone’s got an attitude!” The man exclaims with a throaty laugh. You eye him up and down for a moment, your top lip curling up in clear disdain and return your gaze to the bartender working on deescalating a bar fight in the works. “What? You’re too good for me?” He continues on, his cheery attitude faltering. You hope that the guy will take the hint and walk away, but you can sense that he is not that sort of guy.
You look over your shoulder toward your table, eyes falling on Lee, who is laughing at whatever conversation is taking place, completely unaware of the situation. Of all times, now he is not watching you like your life was on the line.
You turn to face forward again and stand up straight, wondering why the hell this guy hasn’t said anything or left. You cock your head at him and cross your arms.
“My boyfriend’s over there. With his friends. He tends to be a little jealous, if you know what I mean.” You announce, raising a brow at the man. He’s a few inches taller than you and stocky. Little did he know, you have a pocket knife on you - but let’s face it, if you’re going to need it, it’ll take too long to get out. The guy only chuckles at your statement, seemingly unphased.
“Doesn’t seem to care much bout ya, if he left ya all alone over here.” Finally the bartender hands over your shot, to which you immediately down in the man’s face, sliding the glass back to the bartender and slamming a five down on the counter. Your icy stare penetrates the man, seemingly scaring but also exciting him further. At this point you don’t care anymore. You tried to get him to leave you be, you even warned him about Lee. If he has a death wish, that’s his own fault.