✺: my muse protecting yours from a sleaze at the club
Kit didn’t do clubs, but Gala seemed to enjoy the nightlife. After days of denying her the chance to take him out, he agreed on one condition: they weren’t allowed to take anyone home. Gala agreed immediately. Her acceptance to the terms made Kit question whether she was doing so solely based on the fact that she wanted him out of his comfort zone or if she was already taken. Most likely, knowing how beautiful and magnificent a person his friend was, it was the latter.
They went to an LGBT friendly club, as per Kit’s request. If he was going to force himself through a night of dancing, he would prefer it if he could at least grind on whomever he wanted. Unusually, that ended up being some of the more adventurous women who were just out to have a good time, same as him. He was in the midst of twirling one particular woman when he heard a disgruntled noise from the bar where he’d left Gala. As he whipped around, he caught sight of a man getting much too chummy for his tastes.
With an apology to his dancing partner, he bounded toward the bar. He managed to cross into his friend’s threshold within seconds, having pushed more than his fair share of bodies out of the way.
“Just because I told you I’m bisexual doesn’t mean I’m interested in your shitty threesome,” Gala spat, her accent encasing itself around each syllable as if she were singing.
The tone made Kit’s ears ring, and whatever the man said in reply fell on deaf ears, but Kit was quick to push himself up in the man’s space. His heart pounded in his chest, which sat mere centimeters from the stranger’s. “M’girlfriend’s not interested, love,” the Welsh teacher mused, tone sickly-sweet. “Now ya better get lost fer we call a surgeon’ta dislodge m’foot out’a yer arse.” He let his eyebrows rest above his eyelashes until the man finally disappeared, then he whirled around and began a thorough pat down on Gala’s form.
“I’m fine, Kit. Really. Let’s just—Buy me a drink.”
“I’ll buy ya three. One fer ya, one fer the world’s most disappointin’ threesome he was tryin’ta pressure ya in’ta, and one fer handlin’ it better than I would’a.”
