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Eli couldn’t help the amused smirk that fell on his lips as Bea seemed to grab the first broad shouldered, big guy in the bar she could find, probably due to the glass of liquid in her hand. He stifled a chuckle as she continued talking, waiting for her to realize the person she’d grabbed had been one of her closest friends for years. He finally couldn’t hold it in, feeling the urge to mess with her as he always did. “What if the person you chose to sit with is also an asshole,” he questioned with a devilish smirk.
Bea had clicked after only a moment that the tall man that she had accosted in his seat towards the door had been Eli, and the slightly stressed expression on her face had changed almost instantly into one of amusement. “Oh, well then,” she mused, sliding into the seat beside him, and shifting closer, “then I can definitely do something like this, in order to let that dick know that I’m not interested?” She gently ran a hand through his soft brunette hair, and then leaned in closer, her hand resting dangerously on his thigh. “Do you think he’ll get the hint now, that I’m not interested in him?”










