Stop hitting on chicks!

Anger fills Eris' chest. Here they are on an important mission, and yet Brandon had the time to go hit on random chicks. She storms up to where he's currently leaning against the bar top, offering a drink to a blonde girl. So what if she has a nice body, or her makeup is perfect or her skirt is showing off her legs? There are more pressing matters at hand!

“Brandon! What do you think you’re doing?” Eris tries her best to sound casual despite the emotions burning in her heart.

“Oh, Eris!” Brandon laughs awkwardly. “Funny seeing you here! Let me introduce you! This is Tiffany. Tiffany, my younger sister Eris.”

The blonde girl looks from face to face then rolls her eyes. “Cheating bastard. Don’t pull that shit with me.” She flips him off and leaves with a huff, clearly not buying his lie.

“Awww. Come on!” Brandon groans. “Why you gotta do me like this? I was so close to picking her up too.”

Eris is lost for words. She just wanted to get between them, but she hadn’t thought about what to do afterwards. “Sorry.” She finally offers.

Brandon sighs. “Well, guess I gotta go take care of it myself.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you know, guys have urges. I was hoping she could help me out but I guess it’s gonna be Mr Right again.” He moves to leave when Eris stops him.

She’s blushing hard as she processes the implication of his words, but she does feel really bad about the whole affair. That partly contributes to when she opens her mouth and offers, “How about I help you out instead?”

Brandon’s eyes widen in surprise. “Really?”

“Don’t make me say it twice dummy! Now hurry before I change my mind!”

And that was the series of events that led to the two of them being crammed into the narrow toilet stall aboard the train.

“So how do you want to do this?” Brandon asks.