@nouvelis ˚₊‧⁺˖
The music is so loud he feels it in his bones, the party still going strong, maybe even getting wilder, around them. Usually, Alfie would be found on the dancefloor, showing off awesome move after awesome move, but right now he’s on the sidelines, red solo cup full of beer in hand as he glares holes in Emmy’s profile. “You’ve been staring at that guy a lot. Like, the whole night basically,” he drawls, failing at his attempt to sound nonchalant when irritation curls around each word that comes out of his mouth. “Why? Please don’t tell me you like him or something.” Even just saying that out loud makes him want to be sick, an angry frown settling on his lips. Perhaps because he’s (technically) an only child, Alfie has never been good at sharing, always getting bothered when his friends get close to someone new, platonically or romantically. Thinking about Emmy having a crush doubles the irritation that he’s used to, triples it even. That should probably concern him, at least a little, it’s an excessive reaction even for someone as emotional as he is, and maybe he’ll ponder over that later but right now he doesn’t have the capacity to be anything other than angry. “I mean, he just seems so boring. And he’s not even that pretty.” Unlike Alfie who is both fun and gorgeous. Not to mention he knows how to please her. So why is Emmy wasting her time looking at some random jerk? It’s seriously making him regret inviting her. “Do you even know him? He might be the worst person alive. I don’t think you should talk to him, just in case.”
