There was no time to think about how her flirting with the handsome douche made him feel because she picked up a cocktail he hadn't noticed before.
"Oh, fuck!" he yelled. He ran for it, completely forgetting himself for a moment. Then she brought the glass to her lips and he finally realized he could just make it disappear.
But it didn't disappear. The glass had shattered right on her mouth and its contents splattered everywhere. When he finally reached her, he pushed the young douche out of the way and yanked Lydia out of the booth.
Lydia was too shocked to register what was happening. Betelgeuse had his hands on her face squeezing her cheeks together, forcing her mouth open.
"Are ya outta your fuckin' mind!" He shrieked. She fought down the pain in her midsection as tears welled up in her eyes. "Did you drink it? Did any of it go down?"
He was looking inside her mouth like he'd find the answers to his questions there. She looked him straight in the eyes to yell back at him when she saw it. A look of pure terror on his face. He hadn't even looked that frightened when the sandworm had come crashing through the ceiling to devour him. She was stunned into confusion.
What did he ask me? Did I drink it? The cocktail?
"No, no. I don't think so." She said hurriedly feeding off his fear.
They both stood stock still when they realized they were making a scene. With Lydia's face still pinched between his hands, Betelgeuse looked around at the gathering crowd and started to chuckle nervously.
"Isn't she adorable?" he yelled over the music. They kept staring. He cleared his throat, then he did the only thing he could to make the situation look normal.