<span style="font-style: italic"> Steely gray eyes peered through the darkness the veil of rage hadn't left rather it had grown in strength as Helen's husband, Rick. Watching his wife talk and laugh with another man. He hadn't brought her here to be a slut, he brought her out to keep up his image as a loving and carring husband. Rick's only investment in Helen was the fact that her father was a wealthy prospector that was helping his own wealth grow in the construction industry. He was jealos watching his wife with another man, flashing herself to a nobody, what the hell was wrong with her? Rick had money, the car, and the looks. He ordered a sixth beer as he continued watch them his jealous rage building by the minute. His rough hand gripped the neck of his beer almost imagining his hand tightly wrapped around Helen's throat. Swigging from the bottle he set it down and waited a little longer before he would snatch his wife up.</span><br/><br/>A dark shade of color swept up to her cheeks, she hadn't expected him to be so bluntly open by what she said but she should had known better, male ego and all. Though she noted one thing, he had avoided her question and moved on. His neck tattoo was a little alarming but she reminded herself that it was just art. Pursing her lips she blinked at him and then looked over her should to see who he was talking to.<br/><br/>"Thats a real turn off to call a woman by another woman's name, but Iam in a forgiving mood i'll let it slid this time."<br/><br/>Lighting joking with the stranger while she debated whether or not to tell him her name. He seemed easy going enough but thats how some guys were when they went out 'hunting' at the bars. Leery of thus she finally sucked up the courage as she held her hand out to him.<br/><br/>"Iam Helen."<br/><br/>Choking back a laugh as she shifted in her seat, he was doing it again he was eyeing her it felt strange and wrong but she couldn't expect anything less considering how she was dressed for the night.<br/><br/>"A woman always tries to look her best. Thats fasion 101 for us ladies. And you, you normally dress this stylish when you go out?"<br/><br/>Quirking a brow to him as she laughed, he was as well dressed as she was if anything that was considered everyday use clothing that he had on which in some strange way she couldn't see him in a suit, must have been the tattoos. In the moment she was quick to persue her first question curious to why he didn't answer it before.<br/><br/>"And your pops? Avoiding that question? "