80's Oneshots Galore

26 - Ace Merrill - Jealous

A/N - In which Ace will punch anyone who tries to steal his girl. ❤❤❤

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Ace had often wondered where the guys bollocks went when they finally locked down a gal of their own. He smoked his Marlboro at the snooker table as Billy tried and failed to pocket points. Ace had seen men turn into complete pussies and it was embarrassing at least that had been his stance. No one would have expected him to change once he had bagged his beauty but alas Ace had changed even if he didn’t want to admit it.

Ace had went to long lengths to keep assholes away from his girl and not for a any simple reason. Ace had wanted to keep her long term, rather than his usually short term flings with the honeys that felt drawn to his reputation.

The burning stick of cancer drooped in the corner of his mouth and he frowned.

“Ace, your shot man.” Billy gestured to him but Ace held his hand up and leaned the stick against the table.

“Not now, what's Eyeball thinkin’ he's doing over there?”

Billy followed his gaze and understood his sudden coldness. He cursed under his breath not knowing what to say but seriously thinking that his buddy had a death wish.

“I don’t know man, he looks drunk.”

Ace wasn’t hearing it and a small scowl appeared when he saw Eyeball leaning against your bar stool. The way it looked did not look innocent and if anything Ace felt he needed to teach him a lesson. No one talks to his girl that way. Ace recognized the moves Eyeball had been using- he had taught him most of them.

Ace walked over as soon as he saw you push him away. He weaved in-between the few patrons like a snake and gripped his shoulder, alerting him and you.

“Eyeball.”

“Ace.” He said, straightening himself out.

“Now what do you think you're doing with my girl?”
Brown eyes met cool blue.

“Nothin' Ace, just keeping her company.”

“That true, doll?” Ace asked, not taking his eyes from Eyeball.

“No. Not really, I want to go.” You said and he heard you. His eyes hardened as did his grip on the gang member’s shoulder. His lip curled into a scowl, he was more pissed now that there was a reason to put his hands on some asshole he considered a friend.

“We didn’t do nothin,” Eyeball tried to argue but shut up soon as Ace pushed at him.

“Okay. We’ll go.” Ace offered, “ But not after I beat your ass sideways Eyeball.” He stubbed the cigarette out on the bar ashtray and gave the drunken boy a second to get ready.

“Come on man! I swear it was nothing.”

Before Ace could raise a fist, the bartender had noticed what was going on.
“Hey! Take it outside.” The bartender ordered.

“Ace don't, can't we just go home?” You asked as you followed the two, shooting an apologetic look at the bartender. What was a relaxing night became another load of trouble. Usually it was Ace who started it but you couldn’t really blame this all on him when Eyeball had flirted with you first and when he knew you were with Ace.

The cold air lessened the burning in your cheeks and immediately you were at Ace’s side.

Eyeball was stumbling against the wall trying to talk his way out of a beating.

“Meet me in the car.” Ace simply passed you the keys and it was clear he wasn’t going to back down. Lessons needed to be taught and Eyeball seemed to sober up as Ace went to throw the first punch.

You had already been in the car and waiting with your gaze landing on the dying sunset.