Alexander pursed his lips and stared Bellamy down. “How’d you like my tight red hands wrapped around your neck?” he muttered, a dark look flashing briefly through his eyes. He liked Bellamy, they got along well, and as much as he wanted his sister to be happy after her issues with her ex, find someone she felt could love her, Bellamy was very low on that list. Even when Alexander knew he was joking. Boys like Bellamy were not what his sister deserved. “Let’s get this over with, yeah?” he urged, slipping back to his usual good natured self as he pulled the dress back up again. “It’s startin’ to pinch.”
Bellamy had a younger sister too, so he knew when enough was enough. Plus, he would kill anyone who talked about Octavia the way he was talking about Celeste. “I could totally take you,” he said, changing the topic slightly. Bellamy had no desires to be with Celeste. She reminded him too much of Octavia in some aspects. “Alright, lets get you out of here without Celeste knowing, parade you off to the dudes you lost the bet to, then get something to eat.”