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❝ Uhhhm....  well.....  No...Don’t say anything. ❞

jaw clenches at the sound of her laughter, something that once garnished a smile, perhaps even a chuckle of his own, previously. it’s different when it’s another man eliciting such a sound out of her, however. when her attention isn’t on him. not that he deserves it. he did this to himself. he can admit that, but that doesn’t change the heat boiling in the pit of his stomach. the way his head cocks to the side as though to better hear him when he speaks up, asks if she rather go outside. and she agrees. he squeezes his glass so hard that he can hear it begin to crack within his grasp. like hell he’s getting any closer to her than he already has. 

still, he allows them to exit the bar before he exits out the back, suit being stripped to reveal his daredevil costume underneath. he’s drunk, probably shouldn’t be doing any of this. knows he shouldn’t and yet he pulls his mask over his head and heads towards the front of the establishment. towards the sound of her god awful giggling. fuck his suit, his glasses, his cane. he had more important matters to attend to. ❝ where ya headed? ❞ he all but grumbles as he stands before the pair. 

while he can’t see her walk in, he can certainly smell her. a scent that’s all too familiar to his nostrils despite the fact that it’s been weeks. doesn’t matter. his pillows still smell like her. his sheets. no matter how often he washes them, he can’t get her scent out of them. like he’s being punished for his decision. maybe he deserves it. still, that doesn’t stop him from looking to the nearest woman to seek some sort of comfort from the unwanted reminder that he no longer has her in his life. even if it was his own fault for such. 

so he approaches one that wreaks of alcohol, one that’s laughing too hard, one that’s a little too touchy as she plants a palm on his shoulder the moment he’s close enough. he’s holding her weight on his shoulder, the woman surely would’ve fallen had it not been for his presence. there’s a moment where he thinks to stop himself, to just leave the bar altogether and ignore the whole situation, but there’s something even stronger in the back of his mind. the devil himself, leading him forward as he purchases a drink the woman clearly doesn’t need while an arm wraps around her waist. he smiles, however fake it may be, all while looking in her direction. not this stranger’s.

◆ —— LILO & STITCH QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.