The California sun shone brightly over the city, as the streets were filled with a sea of blue and white. It was a day of celebration as the Dodgers had finally won the World Series, a long-awaited victory with a parade for the passionate fans.
As the parade made its way through the streets, you ensured Jack enjoyed every moment. You knew how hard he had worked for this victory, and you wanted him to let loose and celebrate. With your encouragement, Jack allowed himself to indulge in a few drinks, he mixed Budweider with champagne and shots of tequila, easing his nerves and loosening his inhibitions. The alcohol warmed his body.
"You deserve this, baby," you
whispered, your breath tickling his ear as you leaned in close. "Let's make this a day to remember."
Jack grinned as he turned to kiss you.
The parade continued, and so did their revelry. You, always the caring partner, made sure Jack stayed hydrated, offering him sips of water between drinks. As the afternoon wore on, Jack's playful demeanor became more flirtatious, his hands roaming freely over your body practically claiming you as his.
After the high of the parade and the event at Dodger Stadium, you loaded Jack into the passenger seat of his car and buckled him in before hopping into the drivers seat, driving to your shared apartment. The short drive felt longer with Jack laughing and every little thing you guys passed.
Finally you parked in your parking before hauling Jack out of the car and guiding to the apartment. You managed to unlock the door while Jack leaned into you, drunkenly stumbling inside. You dragged him into the bedroom, and throwing him on the bed. "I'm gonna go get ready for the party, here's some advil take it and take a nap" you said before walking into the restroom.
After a while the two of you were on your way to the Betts' house for the World Series parade after party. Jack now sober and under the promise that he'll be the designated driver so you could drink.
By the time you guys got there the party was in full swing, everyone was taking shots, hanging out at the 360 photo booth and dancing and talking.
Abour two hours into the party, you were drunk. You mixed margaritas from the open bar with champagne and shots and were now happily dancing on the dance floor with Molly and Kayla.
Unbeknownst to either of you, one of Jack's teammate, Anthony (I just had to) , had been observing you with a mischievous glint in his eye. Anthony was known for his playful demeanor and charm, and his looks.
"Hey there," he said, sidling up next to you as Jack got distracted talking to Gavin and Alex. "Congratulations to your man. He was incredible out there."
You were tipsy and caught off guard, blushed at the compliment. "Thank you,"you replied, your voice soft and a little breathless. "He's been working so hard."
Anthony smiled, "Well, you deserve credit too, don't you think? For being such a supportive partner."
You giggled again, feeling a little flustered. You weren't t used to such flattery, especially from a teammate of Jack's. As Anthony continued to shower you with compliments, his hand casually brushing against yours, you felt a tingle of excitement. It had been a while since someone other than had made you feel this way, and the attention was intoxicating.
Meanwhile, Jack, unaware of the interaction, was enjoying talking to his teammates. It was only when he turned around to look for yoj that he noticed you deep in conversation with Anthony. A wave of possessiveness washed over him, and he quickly made his way towards your two.
