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Elle blinked at Max for a moment, and then down at his yucky hand, and then over at Gabriel and that redheaded mop, and then back to Max. In a short five seconds, she understood what she needed to do.

"No, I think I see one of my friends now," she said in a careless string of words, desperate to get away. "Yes, there, oh! Thanks, Max, bye. Olivia!" she called to no one, pushed Max's hand off of her, and stood up, making her way briskly over to Gabriel and that little bitch.

She inserted herself between them, shoving her a little with the movement. "Uhm, hi, you need to take your cheap Rite Aid hair color and leave now."

Gabriel smirked at her presence, utterly pleased that she had snapped first. It was a nice change, for once.

"Cindy, this is Elle, she's the one getting married," He smirked before continuing. "Elle is one of my closest friends, so she's very protective of who I spend my time with. She's almost like a sister."

He was enjoying himself a little too much for his own good.

If Elle had been furious before, now she was seething. She couldn't even find the breath to tell Gabriel to shut up about whatever retarded nonsense he was spewing. Didn't he realize this was serious?

Cindy's shocked, offended face slowly morphed into one of wary concern. "My hair is natural, what's your deal?" she asked defensively.

"My deal is you have your fake acrylic paws all over my boyfriend, now back off before I gauge your eyes out with my bare hands," she shot back, and she meant it. Oh, she meant it.

"Uh, aren't you getting married-"

"Listen you dumb bitch," she growled, her fuse spent, "turn your tacky ass and leave before I light you up like a Christmas tree."

Gabriel chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper into Cindy's ear. "She'll do it. It's best for you to listen to her."

The girl just gave a frightened nod before running off, leaving the bar, just to be safe.

He turned back to Elle, offering her a smirk. "Is something the matter?" He wanted to hear it from her lips, that it sucked to be on the other, jealous end of things.

She bristled at the way he whispered in Cindy's ear, and almost fried them both right then. Her eyes narrowed at his question, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to slap him across the face for being a jackass or fuck him.

"Shut up," she snarled instead, glaring up at him, her fingers making little fists.

"What?" He asked, feigning innocence. "You said you were going to find someone else to fuck, so I thought it was only fair that I did the same."

Her blood boiled, and her clenched hands shook. So maybe that had been an impulsive, stupid move, but still. She was still so angry she was afraid she might cry. "That was different," she hissed.

"How is it different?" He asked, raising a brow now. "How is it okay for you to come down here and flirt with other men to spite me, but if I flirt with other women it's bad? Who's being the hypocrite now?"

It wasn't. She knew it wasn't different. "You were calling me a slut," she argued, and her voice broke on the word. The jealousy thing, okay that part he won.

"I didn't mean it, I was just upset. I don't even like thinking about with other men, okay?" He conceded, his smirk fading a little bit now.

"It's not okay," she said thickly, still tense with anger, "not even when you're upset. It's insulting and it hurts." She paused, pressing her lips together. "I'll stop trying to make you jealous," she promised stiffly.

Because that hadn't been fun at all.

"And I won't insinuate that you're a whore anymore," he murmured softly, because he did realize that it wasn't an okay thing to do.

"Good," she said briefly, and then then exhaled away some tension, looking to the floor between them. Then she reached for his belt and tugged him against her. "Now who are you and what have you done with my nerd?" she asked with a tentative smile, peeking up at him.

He gasped out as she pulled him closer to her, causing Gabriel to smirk a little once more. "Do you like it? I thought maybe it was time to change up my wardrobe a little."

Did she like it? Wasn't that an adorable question. Her cheeks turned a little pink at his smirk, which was just a ridiculous reaction considering Gabriel smirked all the time. It shouldn't affect her in a different way at all, and yet her breath was shortening and she was really glad she wasn't wearing anything underneath her dress. "Fuck me right now," she said, pressing against him, not caring who heard. She bet that answered his question.

He groaned softly as she pressed against him. That tiny thin dress barely hid her body from him. He grabbed her hand, tugging her toward the bathroom now. He didn't want to waste time going back up to their hotel room.

She followed eagerly without knowing what he had in mind, and giggled mischievously when she realized where they were headed.

He led her into the men's bathroom, tugging her into one of the stalls, locking it behind them. As soon at it was locked he pressed her against the stall door before kissing her roughly.

She moaned, her grin soft against his lips. She hooked her arms around his neck, panting in excitement, and pushed them up into his cut hair, tasting his tongue with a whimper. There was less to hold onto, she noted with very little disappointment. She liked this haircut.

He let his hands drop down to her thighs, slipping under her dress to brush against her bareness. He pulled away from the kiss just enough to nibble teasingly on her lower lip.

She gasped softly at the touch of his hands and the pressure of his teeth, leaning and rubbing against him, running hands over his neck and hair and shoulders greedily. Then she reached for his shirt, unbuttoning the first few frantically to snake her hands underneath the cotton, caressing his bare skin.

He nibbled on lips before trailing down to her chin, and then her neck, sinking his teeth down against her throat, marking her temporarily. His hands brushed against her entrance teasingly.

As nice as spending so many days in bed together was, there was something exciting about screwing around in public again.

She cried out softly at the bite, the sound echoing against the walls. Her hips rocked, seeking more friction, and she pressed her lips against his chest in an open-mouthed kiss.

The fact that anyone could just walk in just made it all the more exciting.

He took in a sharp inhale as her lips pressed against his chest. He slipped his fingers inside of her entrance, greedily exploring.

And just as he did so, he heard the door open; someone else was in the bathroom.

She whimpered softly, muffled the sound against his chest, and gasped when she realized the door had opened. Hazily, she looked up at Gabriel with a smirk, clinging to his shoulders and moving on his fingers.