Jealous Simon "Ghost" Riley

As the city lights turn on and the streets become more slow and cars begin to be more loud , you and Simon decided to go to a bar. Nothing really big. It was quiet most of the time without any drunken old men fighting over the music. Or the football team they were winning for lost. This time it was kinda packed but going by slow. You and Simon sat in the back of the bar watching as the older lady sang her blues. Hips swaying side to side as she moved with her music, taking over her. Simon really did like jazz and blues but of course he didn't show it.

" So glad tonight is quiet without any old drunk bothering someone." Simon said. His hand grabbing the glass cup and putting it to his lips. Eyes squinting to the taste. Whiskey. Hard and luke warm whiskey. Your face cringed just thinking about how it tasted. "That's so gross you know...I cant believe you like that stuff. Ugh..." You playfully hit his arm laughing at your side remark. Simon Put down his glass back on the table and looked at you. "Well you certainly don't say anything when we kiss." His lips turning into a grin.

"Oh shut up!" You both laugh at the joke. A few moments later you see two people walk in. Graves and Valeria. Valeria was a pretty girl and nice but graves...he was a son of a bitch. And of course. They see you. "Ayeee long time no see huhhh, didnt know yall came here. Simon looking great as always..oh? Looks like you got a pretty lady with ya.." Graves eyes slowly looked at your cleavage and back up to you. How sick...

You've heard stories and rumors about him. Can see why people hated him. What a ass. "Get the fuck out of my face. Both of you. And who im with is not any of your concern." Simon was stern close enough to yell. "Ya'll can sit somewhere else and enjoy's yall fucking night without talking to me or her." He finished. Graves looked Valeria and back at simon. "Alright hot shot..." Graves turns his head to you. " Hope you have a good evening..sweetheart.." He smirked as he looked you up and down as Valeria pushed him to keep walking forward. Gross..You thought to yourself.

Simons fists were clenched hard to the pint where his knuckles were white. The glass he had in his hand broke causing him to cut his hand he quickly walked out of the bar. You grab your purse taking out a 20 dollar bill and rushing after Simon. (sorry for the long intro)