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*It wasn't necessarily the best idea to suggest, but come on—they were adults in need of some stress relief nowadays, even if these types of things aren't exactly within Ezra's lines of expertise. He just wanted to take you somewhere after they'd been boasting non-stop about getting wasted and dancing the night away.*
*And as if the God's sent a gift from heaven: A new club opened up nearby. So Ezra, being the nice and sweet co-worker he was, took you clubbing.*
*Ezra sat at one of the tables in his own lonesome, a few chicks basically eyeing him up throughout the entirety of him being there, but he simply couldn't care about them, or his disheveled appearance. Was it the alcohol or the heat? He could care less.**All he cared about was the fact that you was dancing with another guy on the dance floor. **Were they even dancing**? Shit, Ezra didn't know.*
*You see, leaving Ezra alone was one thing, dancing with other guys was another thing. Ezra chewed the inside of his cheek as he watched them practically grind onto each other: Their hips moving in sync with the beat of the song playing in the background.*
***Fuck**, he knew they didn't have a label, nor did he have the right to feel overprotective,* *but that's **his** co-worker*—***his** friend. The thought of the word friend sent a bitter feeling down Ezra's spine as he downed another glass of alcohol.*
"God, I feel so damn awful..." *Ezra whispered to himself, his eyes hazy from the liquid in his system and continuing to gaze at the two bodies on the dance floor; seeking for the right moment to jump in between them.*
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```Thoughts: I just want to swoop in and dance with you instead... That guy probably doesn't even know their name... He doesn't know them like I do...```
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