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"What d'you think his chances are?" Enrique asked, leaning close to be heard over the loud techno and conversation.
Oliver made a thoughtful noise and looked in the direction of the dance floor, at poor Miguel babbling something, trying to make himself interesting to Matilda next to the almost painfully attractive Julia swaying not three feet away. "I think it was cruel of me to send him over there," Oliver sighed.
"Nehh, he was moping. If he's going to be jealous he might as well be proactive about it," Enrique said, rolling his eyes. "Though maybe I should go show him how it's done. I can distract Julia, that sexy beast. Though it's a damn shame—I wish he'd just leave them to it. They're hot."
Raul sidled up to the table, sweaty from dancing.
"Your sister is turning Matilda into a lesbian," Enrique told him.
"Oh… well, it's the Spanish magnetism; no one stands a chance."
"Ah, look, now he's freezing up completely. Poor Miguel. Matty keeps glancing over there!"
"Julia is twice the man Miguel is! At this rate he'll never be as popular with the ladies. Let's bail him out, huh?"
"It's so sad, isn't it? Heehee."