Ben Affleck | The Square Affair

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Ben opened the passenger door of his car to help (YN) outside. She smiled up at him and he noticed how her lips were still slightly swollen when the soft glow of the garage lamp illumined her face.

He leaned down to give her a quick yet meaningful kiss before taking her hand to pull her up. (YN) liked the feeling of his stubble rubbing against her face and wanted more from Ben than just a quick peck on her lips. However Henry was still there, probably already waiting on them. So they made their way inside Ben's house with entwined fingers and headed for the kitchen.

After fixing some drinks--(YN) didn't want to start the evening off with plain Tequila and had Ben therefore make her a cocktail--they joined Henry on the patio where the three of them would spend the rest of the night.

The wind blew gentle breezes, bringing with the typical scent of a marshy area. The air was still hot and humid, but bearable as the sun slowly began to set.

Ben's patio was just as cozy as (YN) had remembered it. She was sitting with her legs bent to one side next to Ben on the love seat sofa. He had put his arm around her shoulders the moment they had sat down. Henry was occupying one of the two lounge chairs across from them. He had his feet propped up on the ottoman and sipped on his beer every once in a while.

(YN) loved how comfortable and relaxed she felt around Henry. Granted, her intoxicated state probably had something to do with that, but he was a really laid-back guy and easy to talk to.

She enjoyed watching Henry and Ben tease each other and giggled at their non-stop bickering.

"You can't be serious!" she laughed when they started arguing about who could handle more alcohol.

"Are you saying your tolerance for alcohol is higher than ours?" Henry asked and looked toward (YN). He had his eyebrows raised, trying to provoke her to join their drinking contest.

"No," she answered, fighting a smile. "That's not what I said. Don't put words into my mouth."

"All right, a beer it is then! Here's your bottle." Henry grinned and placed down a bottle of beer right in front of (YN). "Bottoms up!"

Ben leaned over the table to clink bottles with Henry. He turned sideways, waiting on (YN) to do the same. "You heard the man." His voice was full of amusement while he cheered her on.

"Come on, guys, we're all adults here." She laughed, trying to get herself out of having to chug an entire beer. She didn't like it and hated how that fizzy beverage always made her stomach feel. "I'm not joining your childish competition."

"Did you hear that, Ben? We're all adults here," Henry mocked, punctuating it with air quotes. (YN) didn't miss the heavy hint to her age and gasped while Ben looked askance at Henry and rolled his eyes, trying hard not to show his crooked smile. What a cocky bastard, he thought, but decided against getting him back.

(YN)'s jaw had dropped open dramatically. "You arse! We're close in age!" she said, her voice full of laughter. She knew Henry was just messing with her. He was 33 and their age gap was way smaller than Ben and hers.

"All right, me lady, then prove it," Henry challenged. (YN) snorted and raised her bottle. "Fine. But just so you know. . . I like to swallow." Henry threw his head back and laughed while Ben just shook his head and quietly chuckled to himself.

They all got to their feet and as soon as Henry gave the starting signal all three of them simultaneously started downing their beer.

(YN) tried to push at Henry's chest to make him choke on his drink, but his hand raised into the air, stopping her own. She tried to dodge his grasp, but his fingers successfully wrapped around her wrist. (YN) kept her giggles at bay, still determined to finish her beer first.