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[b]Interacting With:[/b] Elliot [@spooner], Evangeline [@Altered Tundra][/center][hr][hr]
[indent]Aliana could only smile at her boyfriend’s response: this was one of the little secret games they played along the relationship, to have fun more than anything else. She absolutely loved the sheepish smile of his that he wore every time they did this, and the way he would go along with her playing pretend without so much as missing a beat. Absolutely smitten with him in this moment in time, she put out the cigarette and locked her thumbs in his belt loops, closing the distance between them at the same time he pulled her close. The redhead smiled after he kissed her the first time, and giggled when he pulled her in even closer after declaring he needed some more ‘alone time’ with her. She was leaning her face forward to lock her lips with his in one of those Earth-shattering kisses when an unknown female voice began to call out Eli’s name.

Frowning, Aliana took a step back from Eli and tilted her head in the direction of the voice. The shock in her face was instant when she recognized Eva Zima in the flesh. Yep: the very same woman who’d been photographed with her boyfriend that morning, as she quickly confirmed herself.  The redhead’s gut feeling had told her that Eva had shown a little [i]too[/i] much interest in Eli that she would have liked in those pictures. And from the way she was positively [i]beaming[/i] at him now, she was certain the feeling hadn’t been wrong. 

Elliot’s response to the situation wasn’t much help either. Aliana didn’t miss the way his grip tightened on her waist when he saw Eva, nor the way his other hand went up to run the fingers through the hair of the back of his head. He was clearly nervous and uncomfortable with the situation: certainly not a response an innocent man with nothing to hide would have. This only further intensified Ali’s suspicions and deepened the frown in her face. 

From the way color was rising to the young woman’s face, it was clear Aliana was well on her way to losing that short Brady temper of hers. And Eli knew this, of course. The minute he took a peek at Ali’s face, his own paled. His attempt at damage control was mediocre at best; with introducing the redhead to the blonde as his girlfriend, explaining what they were doing at the club (something that further infuriated Ali, because why the fuck was he giving out explanations to a completely irrelevant stranger if he wasn’t interested in her?!), and letting out a nervous laugh that was pretty much the final nail in the coffin. No matter how hard she’d tried to stay level-headed, the Brady in her finally came roaring out.

[color=crimson]“Girlfriend is damn right,”[/color] Ali drawled, taking a confrontational step forward towards the blonde. [color=crimson]“And who the fuck are you, anyway, calling to my boyfriend like that? First you show up in some suspicious-looking pictures looking at Elliot here as if you want to just kneel down and suck his dick right there and then, and now you decide to go out of your way to [i]run towards us and interrupt us[/i]? You think this is some kind of game or something?”[/color][/indent]