Angel

Part 23

September 1st, 1980

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"How long do you think we have to stay here?" Lindsey whispered for only Stevie to hear, not that anyone else could have with all the noise surrounding them.

"Oh, hush." Stevie gave him a look. "We promised Mick, we wouldn't just disappear the first chance we get."

"I know." Lindsey sighed, stretching his arm out along the leather seat, he leaned in a bit closer. "There are so many other things I'd rather be doing right now, though."

"If you keep this up, you won't get to do any of them." Stevie smiled at him sweetly and he rolled his eyes. "I'm going to get another drink."

"Fine." Lindsey shifted to let her out of the booth. 

Lindsey followed Stevie with his eyes, he smiled to himself. Yes, they had hit their first roadblock, but all in all, he thought, they handled it pretty well. For the first time in a long time, he felt like she wanted their relationship to work as much as he did. 

"It's going well, huh?" Mick, who now sat next to Lindsey, nudged him. 

"Is it that obvious?" Lindsey asked and brought his beer up to his mouth.

"Have you been trying to hide it?" Mick laughed then added. "If you have, then you've been doing a terrible job."

"Uh, well..." Lindsey shrugged, tearing his eyes away from Stevie to face Mick. "Not really, but we don't really want to talk about it either. It's better that way."

"Hey, whatever works." Mick nodded.

Lindsey turned to stare straight ahead again and frowned. He could have sworn, he'd only looked away for a minute. Stevie was laughing at whatever some guy had said to her, her hand on his chest. Mick followed his line of sight and quickly faced Lindsey again.

"Do not freak out." Mick said. "It's just a conversation."

"How do you know? He looks about ready to-"

"Christ, Lindsey." Mick sighed, then grabbed his arm, when Lindsey stood up. "Don't go over there!"

Lindsey didn't reply, pulling his arm from Mick's hold. His teeth gritted, Lindsey maneuvered his way through the crowd towards the bar. He didn't say, excuse me, or tried to join in the conversation in any other polite way.

"Uhm, Stevie?" Lindsey tapped her on the shoulder. "What's going on here? I thought, you were just getting a drink."

Slowly, Stevie turned around and looked up at him. "That's a good question, Lindsey? What do you think is going on here? Besides me talking to this man of course."

"Uh- I-" Lindsey stuttered. He'd promised her, he wouldn't do this. "Well-"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cause any trouble." The man smiled awkwardly as he apologized.

"No, no." Lindsey shook his head. "No trouble at all. I just- you see, she told me, she'd be right back and I started wondering, what was taking her so long, so I came looking for my girlfriend because I worry and care about her. We were actually going to dance and-"

"Lindsey." Stevie lay a hand on his chest in order to stop him rambling. "I don't think, he really cares." She glanced at the other man before walking away with Lindsey. "That was adorable."

"I just kept going on and on." Lindsey shook his head as Stevie laughed. "Why didn't you stop me sooner?"

"It's okay." She assured. "Oh, come on." She stopped them and wrapped her arms around him. "You handled that really well." She said, raising on her tiptoes to give him a kiss. "So, I'm your girlfriend now?"

"Please, forget everything I just said." Lindsey begged, to which she giggled and took him back to the rest of the band.