Our Way

What the fuck is she doing? She never carries on like this. Actually, all three girls are on the loose tonight. How much did they drink today?

I watch them for a moment, and Samuel’s hands are all over Eliza’s behind. She doesn’t seem to mind.

People block my view until I can’t see them. I crane my neck to see that they’ve moved to the other side of the dancefloor. Frustration fills me.

Fuck this, I’m not waiting in this line. I storm back to where my friends are to get a better view of what’s going on.

“Where are our drinks?” Glen asks.

“I’ll go back in a minute,” I reply, totally distracted.

“Where do you work?” The blonde asks me.

My eyes stay fixed on the dancefloor.

Drew taps me on the leg and gestures to the blonde with a jut of his chin.

“Oh, sorry,” I say to her. “I didn’t hear you.”

“I said, where do you work?”

“I’m a plumber,” I lie. Why the fuck is this woman still here?

Drew smirks against his glass as he takes a big gulp.

Will you girls fuck off? I want to watch that douchebag to make sure he doesn’t touch Eliza. My eyes go back to them on the dancefloor, and Samuel smiles down at Eliza like he’s about to eat her.

I begin to see red.

Don’t touch her, fucker, or you will die.

I glance at Drew, and he, knowing exactly what I’m thinking, chuckles.

Samuel’s hands go to Eliza’s ass, and I step forward. Drew grabs my arm.

“Easy,” he whispers.

Samuel pulls Eliza toward him, and before I know what I’m doing, I’m beside them.

“Time to go, Eliza,” I bark.

“What?” She frowns as she stumbles back in surprise.

“You’ve had too much to drink. I’m taking you home.”

“No, it’s okay.” Samuel smiles, adding in a sleazy wink. “I’ll get her home safely.”

“I said no.”

He scowls. “Mind your business, Mercer.”

I glare at him and pull Eliza from his grip. “Do not fucking piss me off.”

Eliza frowns as she looks between us. “Nathan

?”

“Don’t Nathan me.” I take her hand and drag her from the dancefloor.