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[theboyscout]

[continued from here]His expression flattens almost at the same time the hand that gently removed hers from his arm appears to curl just as gently, but firmly, around her shoulders and escort her away from the table, through the crowd, and out into the night air

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[presspasskey]

Lois is pissed. Mostly at herself, of course--whatever it was that got him out of what was practically a good and sociable mood (for him), it was her doing, and she's been worried about him.

On the other hand, since when is he her keeper? "Okay, whoa there, Speedy, did I say I was going to a bar and find the burliest guy I could to sock in the jaw? No. I want a drink. A good few drinks, and maybe I'll find something entertaining like yelling at the game, and if I get kicked out I have my phone if I can't find a cab to flag down. When in hell does me going to a bar immediately mean I'm going into a dangerous situation?" she asks somewhat derisively.

[theboyscout]

"It doesn't matter if that's what you planned or not. Going into a bar in a bad mood can impair judgement even if you don't realize it at the time, Lois."

His mouth is still thinned in a near slash, lips pressed together in an effort not to yell. "I don't want anything to happen to you, okay? Or am I not allowed to worry anymore."

[presspasskey]

"Can impair judgment. What's next, that drinking alcohol impairs judgment so you're gonna stand over me with a freaking stick making sure I never pick up a six-pack on game day again? Sorry, try another one."

She glares back at him, totally unfazed. Some part of her notes that he's just doing this because he's worried about her, and it's not fair of her to take out her insecurities on him, but he's still pissing her off. "You want to worry, fine. You want to be a mother hen, you're welcome to come along--assuming you're not worried I can hold my liquor better than you and I'll end up having to drag you home. But you're not dictating what I do."

[theboyscout]

"No. I'm going to make sure that no one takes advantage. I know damn well you can hold your liquor, but alcohol still impairs judgement after a certain level." His voice is tight, eyes still a mixture of flat and sparking.

"And you're right. I'm not dictating what you do. What I am doing is making sure no one around you gets the bright idea that a pissed off, possibly intoxicated woman is an easy target. And I don't give a shit if you like it or not."