A/N: Quick little piece. Much smaller than I intended. But I'm actually happy with it being this tiny. So…yeah…

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Victor watched across the bar as Calli swayed to the music with Logan. It was their night – her and Logan's – and he wasn't to interfere. But God did he want to.

How can she not know what he's been playing at behind her back? Victor wondered, bringing his whisky bottle to his lips. I know that scent is strong enough for even her nose to tell that he's been seeing someone on the side…

Victor remembered the red hair that didn't match his girl's that he found on Logan's jacket. Calli was a deep auburn red bordering a purple at times and this hair, this hair was as fiery as a temptress' from hell.

Victor curled his fingers into a fist with his free hand, feeling the bite of his own claws in his skin. Why didn't I confront him then? Make him tell Calli the truth? She deserves the goddamn truth after three years of dating him. And after four years of dating me, she deserved me telling her if he didn't.

Calli's eyes swept over to him and she flashed a little smile in his direction. He noticed the haunted look in her eyes as she held his gaze for a moment. Then he noticed other things.

She wasn't pressed against Logan as intimately as she had been weeks before…in fact, she kept putting an inch of space between them as they danced.

Calli had her hands on his lower shoulders, not where she usually had them up top where she could run her fingers against his neck.

And there was a certain square shape in her front pocket that he recognized immediately that he had never seen her use with him in all their years of dating.

She's making him use a condom? Victor thought, confused. Then it hit him. She knows. The clever girl knows that he's been wandering around with someone and she's not playing his game. He's playing in hers. And with that new found power of hers…I don't envy him.

Calli pulled away from Logan a moment later and stretched her arms over her head. Victor chuckled as he noticed the way that her nipples poked against her shirt – clearly not wearing a bra and teasing the hell out of that poor bastard.

"Want to go somewhere private, Logan?" she asked, her voice playful, heavy with mischief and promises.

Victor could hear the bitter sweetness in her voice and the promise that if he agreed, that she would make him regret it. The feral mutant couldn't help but smirk. That was the merciless girl that he knew. The witch that no one messed with and expected to get away with shit.

Logan didn't have the experience with that side of her though. He knew that raw hate that she had and the raw explosive anger. But not the subtle poison that would make your head explode.

The man put his hand out towards her. "Let's go, darling."

Victor shook his head and took another swig of his whisky bottle. Wrong move, boy.

Calli smirked and danced out of reach. "Come on then." She started off with a dangerous sway in her hips and a purpose in her step. "I want to show you something…"

Logan followed her and Victor knew that the boy would be hurting in the morning. He had no pity for him in truth. The one woman that Victor loved with all his heart – the one that he begrudgingly shared with that bastard because she fell in love with him for some reason – had been betrayed by the same man. And if she let him, he would take care of the leftovers.

If there are any…Victor thought, eyes dancing with laughter.

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A/N: Consider it a scene, I guess. But I am still happy with it. - Scarlet