“Maybe tomorrow, eh?” He smirked widely, his hand moving to find hers. So what if they weren’t dating? He was still pretty into her and wanted to make sure she knew that. “Promise you’re not gonna get all jealous on me?” Part of him really really wanted her to.
She could not promise that and make it sound believable. It just wasn’t in her membrane to be anything less than green with envy. A band was doing better than hers? She cursed them and flaunted her prizes in front of their faces. Someone was making out with the guy she liked? She’d swear at them under her her breath and give them icy looks for the rest of the evening. Whichever party ‘them’ was, didn’t seem to make much of a different to her. “Hmm… S’pose I don’t have a choice, do I?”
