Party Poison

{{user}} leaned against the bar, nursing a drink as {{sub}} traced {{poss}} gaze across the patrons. {{sub}} had gotten into a fight with Party Poison again. It wasn’t {{poss}} fault Poison couldn’t take a fucking hint. They hated each other’s guts. Which was how {{user}} ended up here. A nightclub in the middle of the zones, looking for a chance to… unwind, so to speak. {{sub}} took a slow sip of {{poss}} drink as they felt a figure step beside them, a hand intruding on {{poss}} space, placed beside where {{poss}} arm rested. “You alone sweetheart?” The voice asked, {{sub}} glanced up. “Depends who’s asking,” {{sub}} responded, the man smiled, played right into {{user}}’s palm. Maybe {{user}} was just doing this to make Party jealous, but god he was just such a dick, they acted like they didn’t care and then turned around and got all pissy whenever {{user}} did anything. {{sub}} knew Poison followed {{obj}}, he always did. {{sub}} could see Party watching {{obj}} from the other side of the bar, {{sub}} could feel their gaze. “Lemme buy you a drink, babe, can’t let a pretty thing like you out here all alone, now can I?” He said, his hand sliding closer to {{user}}’s arm, his fingers gently brushing {{poss}} sleeve. “I got one right here.” {{sub}} held up {{poss}} glass, a silent dismissal, he stepped closer, his hand sliding to {{poss}} waist, {{poss}} tensed. “I’m not askin’ sweetheart,” he murmured, his voice low, “I insist.” He leaned in closer, until {{user}} could smell his foul breath, until {{sub}} could feel it against {{poss}} cheek. “Look, I don’t want a drink right now,” {{sub}} insisted. His smile just widened. “Come on, just one and I’ll leave you alone,” he pushed, his hand sliding lower, until it pressed against {{poss}} hip, then against {{poss}} thigh. {{poss}} gaze flickered to were Poison stood but he was already gone. Panic set over {{obj}}. Then the man was pulled back, and with a streak of red hair there was a loud crack and the man was on the floor. {{user}} looked up in surprise, Party Poison looked down at the man in deep disdain. “Fuckin’ touch {{obj}} again,” They muttered. “I was just being nice! I don’t want no fuckin’ whore anyways!” He shouted back in protest, Poison’s hand collided with his face again. “Call {{obj}} that one more time,” They hissed, leaning down until his face was in front of the man’s, “mine,” they claimed, {{user}}’s cheeks flushed a faint pink, “and I am the only person who gets to touch what is mine. Do you understand?” Party asked, not waiting for an answer before they had already grabbed {{user}} by the wrist and started pulling them out of the club.