Eli pulled up the stool on the other side of me and sat close. He laid his hand on the top of my thigh and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I told you I'd meet you here,” Eli replied, snaking his arm around my waist.
It was then that I noticed Jordan was standing in front of us. He had a dark look on his face and I saw him dart his eyes from Eli to me and to Eli's arm encircling my middle. I sat up a little straighter and eye balled him. No way was he permitted to look like that when it was he who had the girlfriend.
“Get me a Budweiser,” Eli told Jordan, not looking at him. Jordan's eyes met mine, his expression not happy.
“Yeah, sure.” Jordan turned from me and took Randall and Cicely's orders. Riley cleared her throat.
“This should be interesting,” she muttered, downing her drink.
“Whatever,” I replied flippantly, not wanting to admit that my stomach had suddenly tangled in knots.
Jordan slammed Eli's beer glass down on the bar and quickly walked away. “What the f**k?” Eli snarled, mopping up beer that had sloshed out of the mug. I laughed awkwardly and drank the rest of my own drink.
The next hour consisted of Eli and his friends getting lit and Eli spending the entirety of the time trying to get his hands up my shirt. On what planet had I thought meeting Eli here was a good idea? I glanced at Jordan periodically and he was looking more and more pissed off. I would catch him watching Eli as he tried to kiss me and then he would turn away, his shoulders tight.
I was about four drinks in when Eli put his lips to the side of my neck and flicked his tongue along my skin. “I think it's about time we get out of here,” he growled in my ear, his hand heavy on my upper thigh. I laughed a little uncomfortably and removed his fingers from my leg.
“I don't think either of us is driving anywhere,” I told him.
Eli's slobbery mouth moved to my chin and I tried not to cringe. He was a mess. “Well, I wanna go back to your place and f**k you senseless.” He removed his mouth and grinned suggestively. The whole thing was comical considering Eli could barely sit up straight and was swaying in his seat. Dear lord. It was suddenly hard to remember when I had found his drunken idiocy remotely attractive.
“Um...I don't think so. Let's just hang out for a while longer.” I did not want to go anywhere with him right now.
Eli tugged at the collar of my shirt, pulling it down so that the top of my bra showed. Crap, he was trying to give me a Janet Jackson moment! I shoved at his hands but he had already put his lips right above my barely covered br**sts. This was deteriorating into bad amateur p**n territory and fast. My face flushed hot in embarrassment as I tried to shove him off. “Get off, Eli. This is where I work! Not cool!” My voice was hard and I was getting very, very angry.
Eli laughed it off and continued to assault me with his mouth; the other people around the bar were openly staring at us with barely veiled disgust. “Get off, Eli!!!” I shoved at him again. One minute he was there and the next he was on the floor. The stool he had been sitting on toppled over and his beer glass shattered on the bar.
“Get the f**k away from her!” I heard a voice say dangerously low. I blinked in surprise to see Jordan standing over Eli, the veins on his neck noticeable. Eli sat up on his butt and sneered at Jordan.
“And what the hell are you gonna do about it?” Bad move, Eli. Jordan reached down and hauled Eli up to his feet and held him by the front of his shirt.
“I will shove my fist so far down your f**king throat that you'll be shitting my fingernails for a week. I believe she told you to back off. Now back the f**k off or I will throw your ass out, after I use your face as my punching bag. And I will enjoy every second of it.” Jordan gave Eli a little shake. Eli looked pale and was visibly retreating. Not that I blamed him, Jordan looked ready to kill.
Randall and Cicely were laughing their asses off and K-dog wasn't even paying attention. Nice friends there, I thought. Riley was looking conspicuously the other way. Eli's pride kicked in and he wrenched himself backwards out of Jordan's grip, stumbling a bit. He sort of swayed on his feet, too drunk to stand still. “Don't tell me what I can do with my girl,” he yelled. His girl? Since when? This seemed to set Jordan off even more and he started for Eli again.
That was it, I'd had enough. I jumped down off of my stool and got between them. I turned to Jordan and held my hands up. “Stop it, Jordan! I don't need you assaulting Eli. Go back to work. I can handle myself.” I was shaking from the adrenaline overload. I was pissed at Eli and I was pissed at Jordan. What the hell was with the He-Man show? I felt like a bone two dogs were fighting over. And it was seriously wrong. Jordan was still staring down Eli but then his eyes flickered to me. And I saw them soften marginally.
“Sorry, Mays,” he said quietly. My shoulders dropped but I didn't relax my defensive stance. “Just go back to work,” I told him tiredly. Jordan looked like he wanted to say something else but I turned away from him. I put my hand on Eli's arm.
“You okay?” I asked.
Eli pulled back from me. He was obviously still angry and probably pretty humiliated as well. And macho pride wasn't something you messed with. “I'm fine. But I need another beer.” He sat back down at the bar and waved down Lyla, who brought him another Bud. She looked at me with her eyebrows raised.
“Interesting night, huh?” she said, looking back at Jordan who was slamming glasses down onto a tray. I didn't bother to answer her. What was the use? We had just become a three ring circus. It was mortifying.
One thing definitely needed to happen, I had to get extremely drunk. So I slammed back two shots of tequila and ordered another beer. Jordan stayed away from me, so Lyla handled our drinks from there on out. I wouldn't look at him. I was too irritated by the earlier fight, and I didn't particularly want to talk to Eli either for causing the whole thing to begin with. With his groping hands and inability to take no for an answer. Luckily, his slobbery, amorous advances seemed to have cooled significantly and he spent most of his time with his back to me, talking to his friends.
A half an hour later, I realized I had to pee. I grabbed Riley's hand and dragged her to the bathroom with me. She had been suspiciously quiet after the Eli/Jordan smack down, which was highly unusual for her. “Go ahead. Say it,” I said after we stepped into the bathroom. Riley took down her pony tail and used her fingers to comb through her dark hair.
“What are you talking about?” she asked innocently, glancing at me in the mirror.