A useful fiction

Beth was trying to figure out a way to get the guys to leave her alone while staying polite when {if Formation = 1
}Kyle's voice broke through the hubbub.
"Hey, baby! Sorry about that, Mason just wouldn't shut up." he appeared at Bill's shoulder. "Oh, excuse me guys. You alright, baby?" He locked eyes with her, giving her a concerned look. It took her a split second to realize he was pretending to be her boyfriend. Aww. My white knight.
"There you are!" She hopped off the stool and practically shoved Bill aside to throw her arms around Kyle. Thank God. Without thinking, she planted a kiss on him, and he put his arms around her in a way that made her feel unreasonably good. Oh, he's a nice kisser. She rested back on her heels after a minute, barely realizing that Kyle's hands were on her ass. "Oh, where are my manners. Boys, this is Kyle, my boy..friend..." she emphasized the word.
The guys took one look at Kyle's frame, his muscles, and his dog tags, and quickly made excuses about getting back to the game before quickly walking away. Kyle held her from behind and leaned down to whisper in her ear.
"Are you okay?"
"I am now. Thanks for that."
{else
}she spotted Kyle over Bill's shoulder. "Kyle!" his head whipped around and his eyes found hers. "There you are...baby!" A plan formed quickly in her brain as she practically shouldered Ted out of the way to run and throw her arms around Kyle's neck and give him a kiss before whispering, "Follow my lead." Into his ear. Kyle seemed to get the picture, putting his arms around her... and his hands on her ass, to her slight surprise. "Where've you been?"
"Sorry, honey. You know how Mason is, never stops talking. Who are your new friends?"
"Oh, Kevin, Bill, Ted, this is my boyfriend, Corporal Kyle Jackson."
The drunk guys took in Kyle's muscular frame and his military haircut, and suddenly made excuses to be elsewhere, nodding and shuffling away back to their group.
"You okay?" Kyle said quietly.
"Yeah. They were just drunk and hitting on me and I probably could have send them packing, but when I saw you, I figured... a little acting could send them on their way more...efficiently." She smiled. "Thanks for playing along." {endif
}
"No problem. Just doing what Brian would have done if he were here."
Beth scoffed. Brian didn't have a confrontational bone in his body. She wasn't sure he would have been as effective at routing those drunk guys as his little brother had been.
Kyle got himself a drink, and without really discussing it, they continued to present as a couple with their body language. At first, she wanted to keep up appearances to discourage any more drunken advances from the rowdy group, but after a while, Beth was simply enjoying the useful fiction. Kyle seemed not to mind either, letting her put her arms around him, rub his arms and back, and even giving her the occasional kiss.