Uh oh! Your character is watching mine get hit on and is feeling possessive. How does your character handle this?
In her short time in Boston, Carol managed to make the close friends she always wanted in her life. Working at McGinty’s was the best decision she made in her life, aside from moving away from her abusive ex-husband Ed.
An even bigger blessing in her life were the MacManus twins, Connor and Murphy. The three of them shared a deep friendship, although, Carol seemed to be getting closer to the elder one.
At least…that’s what she thought before tonight.
The night started nearly the same as any other. Carol was working the bar, a friend babysitting Sophia. There was a game on with lots of patrons, including the MacManus brothers…and a very perky brunette.
Carol didn’t think much of it at first. After all, a lot of girls flirted with the MacManus twins (not like Carol could blame them). Usually, it’d go a couple of rounds of conversation, then they would send the girls away or excuse themselves. But this one… For some reason, Connor kept talking with her.
Granted, it wasn’t like they were in a relationship…but Carol had hoped something was building between them.
She normally was never a jealous woman, but the green monster was sitting on the her shoulder tonight. Carol knew she wasn’t beautiful, Ed had told her that plenty, but Connor, well, he did make her feel pretty. Then, here was this young bombshell with a tiny waist, perky, ample breasts, and long flowing hair… How the hell could she compete with that?
In the Irishman’s defense, it appeared as though Connor was merely just talking with the stranger, but it was so obvious (at least to Carol) that she was flirting with him!
And the longer it went on, the more infuriated and hurt Carol got.
Murphy asked if she was alright, about a half hour till closing time, and Carol lied, saying everything was fine. Truthfully, if she could just make it out without hearing that woman laugh obnoxiously again or play with her long hair once more, everything would be just f—
“Hey, Carol! A shot, please!” Connor requested from his stool.
“Oh, me, too?” the girl responded.
That did it.
Knowing what Connor drank, Carol calmly filled up two shots of whiskey. She walked over to them, careful not to spill a drop. Her gaze on Connor, she place the girl’s shot on the bar in front of her. However, she stood there for a second, staring at Connor, the usual bright expression in her blue-gray eyes gone…
…And she threw the shot in his face.
She placed the empty shot glass down in front of him and walked back to the other side of the bar, pretending to clean, not looking back at him.
“You might want to take your date home, Connor!” she called, her voice not bitter just loud, her back still to him. “That was last call!”