Exactly what you wanted

Carrie had, to the best of her abilities, ignored looking back at you as you and Sasha flirted. In fact she hadn't seen a thing. Instead, she'd been frustrated by Troy, who's current demeanor was evidence of exactly what you were discussing. Here she was, sitting next to him, trying her best to casually get at him (even ordering the same drink as him, a tactic that'd worked on you), and she was getting nothing. Troy was focused on the girl he'd been focused on for a bit, all until Carrie found a second drink placed in front of her.

"You've got good taste in alc." Troy said as he turned towards Carrie, clinking drinks with Carrie.

Carrie smiled. Jackpot.

"I could say the same for you." Carrie turned towards him. The black strapless dress she chosen for this evening threatened to ride up just a bit, but her focus wasn't on that; it was on Troy's captivating grey eyes.

"What's your name gorgeous?" Troy said, his attention flicking between the beautiful Carrie and the seductive other girl, whom looked none too pleased that Carrie was stealing Troy's focus.

"Carrie. And yours?" Carrie said as she sipped her drink. She couldn't come across as too ****, but then again, she couldn't allow Troy to slip from her grasps and into the other girl's hands.

"Troy. T's fine. Let's be real: you ordered that drink to get my attention. Now what will you do with it?" Troy said with his bright white teeth smiling at Carrie. It briefly broke Carrie's confidence.

It was Carrie's turn. "Well, I saw you chatting it up with that redhead, and figured I'd be a better fit to be screaming your name tonight. Question is, will you lose your chance?"

If Troy had the same loss of confidence, he certainly didn't show it, instead growing more bold. The redhead who had been occupying his attention stood up after Carrie's comments, breaking the flow of their conversation, and storming off. Troy didn't quite seem to care, telling the bartender he'd pay for her drinks, and then refocusing onto Carrie.

"Well, that all depends, you want to be screaming my name in the backseat of my car, my suite, or maybe right outside? I'm certain you won't be complaining." Troy said as he leaned over to whisper into Carrie's ear. "Why don't you finish your drink and we can find out what we want to do next."

"I'd love that Troy. L-...." Carrie's hand went for her drink, until an unknown hand grasped her waist, worming its way onto both of her breasts; gasping in shock, she turned to see a totally grimy looking shifty man grinning at her. "Get off of me!"

Troy stood up from his seat before Carrie had so much as a second to think. In a millisecond, his fist contacted with the man's nose, and he turned to the bartender. "Bro, kick this creep out. Nobody is touching my woman like that." He leaned over and whispered into her ear as the bloodied creep was escorted out. "Except me."

Carrie felt herself heat up. She was, it felt, an object to him.

How exciting