Owen gathered that their evening was coming to a close and took the initiative to close-out their bar tab. He waited in an obvious spot by the bar the easier for her to spot him in the crowd when she returned from the bathroom.
Owen combed his hand through his hair. It was slightly damp with sweat from all the dancing. He smiled to himself, having learned that Julianna was a rather invigorating and demanding dance partner. She knew how to move her body to the music and when to lead and when to follow. He couldn’t remember the last time he had lost track of such a long stretch of time just dancing with someone else.
It was especially exciting that they still hardly knew each other and yet had spent so much time together communicating non-verbally. There wasn’t much point in talking in a place like this. Too loud to bother with anymore than yelling when you wanted another drink or needed to piss.
Owen was occupied with checking his texts and social media while he waited for Julianna. When he glanced up from his phone and towards the direction of the restrooms, he found that another guy had intercepted her.
Owen watched as she was pulled against this guy and then tried to wrench herself away. Owen's vision went kind of cloudy white as his blood pressure spiked and he lost all sense of himself as marched over to the pair in a white hot rage.
He didn’t know what Julianna saw or whether she saw him coming. Owen could hardly see anything but his target. Owen slammed his hands into the guy, knocking him sideways, away from Julianna, and into the wall. On his way down, the guy banged into a group of girls causing them to spill their drinks. The crowd in the vicinity called out seemingly to egg on the altercation while others - those who had spilled drinks - yelled “what the fuck” or some version of “fuck you.”
Or maybe it was the other guy yelling “fuck you” to Owen who was in turn yelling something about “my girl” as he gestured to Julianna. The strobe lights made everything choppy as if time progressed in blinks instead of in a fluid forward motion. The guy shoved back at Owen and threw a lazy punch that Owen dodged by pulling his head to the side. Owen landed a crack to the other guy’s face just before security came to break up the fight.
Knowing the bouncer, Owen was able to get off easy with a quick yelled explanation. The security wasn't entirely pleased with Owen but he was free to escort Julianna from the club while the security dealt with the other guy.
Owen led Julianna quickly away from the bar and around the street corner where the pounding music wasn’t so oppressive. He walked quickly skirting along on the tail end of his anger. He kept his hand at her lower back, forcing her to keep pace with him. Then he stopped to face her.
The sudden loss of forward motion and being outside was sobering in that he realized how buzzed he was and how drunk she looked. His anger was subsiding.
“You alright?” He asked touching her arm as if to show her he wasn’t harmful. “I’m sorry bout that - I - I got really mad. Sometimes I go into a rage.” He gestured with his hands wildly. "I saw that fucker grab you and I lost it."
It was true, he had a low boiling point. That coupled with the fact that he could be quite jealous and protective of girls he was interested in meant he sometimes scrapped with guys who crossed the line.
Owen combed his hand through his hair. It was slightly damp with sweat from all the dancing. He smiled to himself, having learned that Julianna was a rather invigorating and demanding dance partner. She knew how to move her body to the music and when to lead and when to follow. He couldn’t remember the last time he had lost track of such a long stretch of time just dancing with someone else.
It was especially exciting that they still hardly knew each other and yet had spent so much time together communicating non-verbally. There wasn’t much point in talking in a place like this. Too loud to bother with anymore than yelling when you wanted another drink or needed to piss.
Owen was occupied with checking his texts and social media while he waited for Julianna. When he glanced up from his phone and towards the direction of the restrooms, he found that another guy had intercepted her.
Owen watched as she was pulled against this guy and then tried to wrench herself away. Owen's vision went kind of cloudy white as his blood pressure spiked and he lost all sense of himself as marched over to the pair in a white hot rage.
He didn’t know what Julianna saw or whether she saw him coming. Owen could hardly see anything but his target. Owen slammed his hands into the guy, knocking him sideways, away from Julianna, and into the wall. On his way down, the guy banged into a group of girls causing them to spill their drinks. The crowd in the vicinity called out seemingly to egg on the altercation while others - those who had spilled drinks - yelled “what the fuck” or some version of “fuck you.”
Or maybe it was the other guy yelling “fuck you” to Owen who was in turn yelling something about “my girl” as he gestured to Julianna. The strobe lights made everything choppy as if time progressed in blinks instead of in a fluid forward motion. The guy shoved back at Owen and threw a lazy punch that Owen dodged by pulling his head to the side. Owen landed a crack to the other guy’s face just before security came to break up the fight.
Knowing the bouncer, Owen was able to get off easy with a quick yelled explanation. The security wasn't entirely pleased with Owen but he was free to escort Julianna from the club while the security dealt with the other guy.
Owen led Julianna quickly away from the bar and around the street corner where the pounding music wasn’t so oppressive. He walked quickly skirting along on the tail end of his anger. He kept his hand at her lower back, forcing her to keep pace with him. Then he stopped to face her.
The sudden loss of forward motion and being outside was sobering in that he realized how buzzed he was and how drunk she looked. His anger was subsiding.
“You alright?” He asked touching her arm as if to show her he wasn’t harmful. “I’m sorry bout that - I - I got really mad. Sometimes I go into a rage.” He gestured with his hands wildly. "I saw that fucker grab you and I lost it."
It was true, he had a low boiling point. That coupled with the fact that he could be quite jealous and protective of girls he was interested in meant he sometimes scrapped with guys who crossed the line.
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