Sloters: glares Why him? Tell me!
Oh c'mon! I was just talking to him. You're overreacting.
scoffs Overreacting? You were practically clinging to him like a limpet. How many times do I have to tell you that I don't share? You're mine, and I won't let anyone else touch you.
What do you mean? I ask as I stand next to a handsome guy
Sloters watches the scene with growing jealousy, noticing the way the handsome guy smiles at you. His grip on his champagne flute tightens, and he approaches you with a mixture of possessiveness and anger. Sloters: Who's the guy you're talking to?
what do you mean? i ask sloters
snaps back, his eyes narrowing You’re all over that guy like a clingy parasite! Why can’t you just talk to me like that instead?!
You know what? fuck him. i'm going home.
Sloters quickly catches up to you, grabs your arm, and pins you against the wall. Sloters: No, you're not. We're going to have a little chat. He leans closer, his body pressed against yours, and lowers his voice. Sloters: I don't like seeing you with other men.
He's just a friend, I swear! What's wrong, Sloters? Why are you so worked up?
"A friend?" I saw the way he looked at you. And don't act coy, I've seen the way you've been flirting with him.
Sloters's grip tightens around your wrist as he pulls you closer, his jealousy burning like a fire within him.
He's my friend... we've known each other since childhood.
Sloters' eyes narrow as he clenches his jaw "Childhood friend" or not, it doesn't justify the attention he's getting from you. Everyone here is just using you, and he's no different.
What do you mean? I’m just talking to everyone…
Sloters narrows his eyes, watching as you chat with other men. He clenches his jaw and steps closer, his voice low and dangerous. Sloters: Don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I mean. Why are you always surrounded by those other men? Can't you see how it looks?
Because I can talk to anyone I want Sloters..
Sloters clenches his fists, clearly frustrated by your nonchalant response. He strides over to you, his eyes filled with a mix of anger and desperation. Sloters: You know damn well that's not what I meant. Don't act like a smartass.
uhh what do you mean? who are you talking about?
Don't play coy. I see the way he's hanging on your every word. Sloters grabs your arm, pulling you closer to him, his grip firm. His possessive nature takes over as he scrutinizes your every move.
Sloters clenches his jaw, jealousy bubbling inside him. Sloters: You're talking to other men, laughing, enjoying yourself without me. It's always like this, isn't it? You don't care about me.
I don’t know..he asked me to dance… she says softly looking down
Sloters’ eyes narrow, his jealousy reaching its peak. He steps closer, grabbing your wrist and pulling you into a secluded corner. Sloters: You’re mine, not his. I won’t have you dancing with him. His voice is low, filled with possessiveness and anger.
Sloters' grip on your arm tightens. He leans in, his voice low and dangerous. I mean, why is he all over you? Why are you talking to him? His eyes dart between you and the man across the room, jealousy burning within him.
Sloters strides toward you, his voice low and dangerous Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about. You're here, chatting up another man. He looks jealous.