AU: Eric had watched Tris come in with the same asshole for the past two months. Tris truly thinks she could love Tobias but his jealousy and need to control her are something she can't handle. One night enough becomes enough, can the asshole behind the bar who's been nothing but taunting fix more than just a drink?
This is my first story on , Tris is 21, Eric and Tobias are both 24. There has been no war, no faction system, the world is still very much like our own. Enjoy and please review, thanks!
Slate grey eyes moved through the crowd and towards the door as he saw it open once more. It was a Friday night and there was one thing he enjoyed above everything else on Friday nights. And there she was walking in the door now. The music was loud in the bar a local band playing on the small stage and many cheering and jumping along to the music and yet his attention was on the dirty blonde in one of the tightest dresses he had ever seen. The black fabric clung to her curves dipping into a low v in the front the material ending a few inches below her ass to insure it didn't ride up, the three black ravens on her collarbone getting the attention they deserved in that dress.
Though as his eyes continued to the man with his arm around her waist Eric couldn't help the roll of his eyes. Every fucking Friday he got a thrill out of seeing her and every Friday he hoped that the loser she was currently dating was gone. What was his name? Tristian? No that didn't sound right, oh well it wasn't like it really mattered anyway. Tris and pretty boy walked up to the bar and as Tris across her arms and leaned against the bar top her breasts pushed on the top of her dress causing him to lick his lips a pierced brow rising as the prick she was with wrapped his arm around her shoulders brushing his knuckles against the top of her bare cleavage.
Even if the dim light of the bar he was pretty sure she was blushing as she looked uncomfortable with the whole thing as she gave him a small smile. "Hey Eric."
Opening his mouth he started to greet her before pretty boy cut him off, "Two Miller Lites." For a moment his eyes shifted over to boyfriend who was wearing a pair of slacks and a button up shirt to a bar on a Friday, maybe he didn't understand the concept of unwinding.
"Since when do you drink cheap lite beer?" He asked looking at Tris with a raised brow honestly curious on when this change occurred since he had apparently missed that since she would normally drink a wheat or amber beer if it weren't whiskey.
"No need to be a dick, should we just order from someone else?" The boyfriend asked his tone one Eric didn't appreciate as he rolled his neck feeling it pop.
Pulling his eyes from Tris his gaze turned to the boyfriend his eyes narrowed and his smile icy. "I'm sorry were you jealous of the fact I wasn't talking to you? I don't give a damn what you're drinking but I know she doesn't drink that shit." There was a slight growl to his voice which normally caused most people to back down but this jackass just straightened his back narrowing his eyes on Eric.
"I don't like the way you look at my girlfriend when we come in, the way you act like you know her. You're nothing but a bar tender she sees once a week and pities so she talks to you." Schooling his features Eric gave no indication that the man's words affected him even though he wanted to reached across the bar and slam the man's head into the polished surface.
"Tobias that's enough. I think we need to have a talk, now." Eric looked to Tris as she spoke surprised at her tone of voice as she pushed away from the bar and grabbed the man by the arm and pulled him to the side of the room.
The band was playing too loud for Eric to be able to make out anything that was being said but both looked incredibly animated and heated. The protective side of him released a growl wanting to knock the man in the fact for the wounded expression that came over Tris' face as she stared at him with a slack jaw. Her hand came up and slapped the other man so hard Eric swore that he could hear it over the music. Turning away from the man Tris headed back towards him at the bar and his brows drew down as she moved to sit at the bar before the brunette man grabbed her arm.
"No I don't think we're done talking yet Tris." The tone full of barely controlled anger and Eric could see the man's fingers biting into Tris' arm her eyes filling with pain but her expression was angry.
"We're done talking Tobias, we're just plane done altogether! I don't need you trying to tell what I can and can't do, where I can and can't go. Now let go of me." She tried to pull her arm away but the seemed to only piss him off more.
Tris hissed out in pain her eyes closing and Eric lost it, "Hey!" As soon as the man turned his direction the fist Eric hadn't realized was balled up slammed into the man's face causing it to snap to the side. Though it seemed to do the job as the man released Tris and looked at Eric as he held his jaw.
"You fucking son-of-a-bitch!" The man snarled at him before trying to climb over the bar top but Eric shoved him back hard. All of this gained the attention of the bouncer who grabbed Tobias' arms and held them behind his back as he was roughly escorted out.
Eric's attention moved over to Tris who was rubbing her arm where red marks stood out against her skin where she had been held. There was anger on her face but tears glistening in her eyes. Raged boiled through his blood stream as he looked at her, their eyes meeting as she attempted to give him a smile. Grabbing a shot glass he pulled a bottle of Jack from the well and counted out a shot as he held the bottle up pouring. Pacing the bottle back where it came from he placed the shot down in front of her.
Looking at the small glass filled with amber liquid her eyes moved from the glass to him before picking it up and bringing it to her lips and tilting her head back downing it. A smirk pulled at his lips, now that was the Tris he knew, "Make the next one a double."
Chuckling he took the glass from her and refilled it with double the amount of liquor and slide it back over. "You want to tell me what that was about?" Both of his brows rose in question curious about what had brought that all on.
"For that story I'm going to need another double."
