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Jaeger blushes a warm red and smiles coquettishly. "It's kind of a long story."

"I like stories," she amusedly says.

Thud thud thud. A heavy fist pounds on the bathroom stall. "Hey man, you can't be in here. You gotta get out," alerts a broad security guard.

"Shit," Jaeger mumbles. His eyes worriedly dart around around the stall, dreading having to face the man outside the door.

"Calm down, stuff like this happens all time," she soothes.

"Yeah but not to people like me," he whispers in a panic.

Thud thud thud. "OUT. Now. Let's go," the bouncer impatiently growls.

Arabella takes one last look at Jaeger's anxious face, rolls her eyes, and lifts one corner of her mouth, "Alright, just follow my lead."

In one swift motion, she switches one of her gold bands to her left hand ringer finger, wraps Jaeger's hand around her hair, flushes the toilet, and stumbles out the stall door.

Arabella wobbles and stumbles into the guard, using his chest for support. Feigning both innocence and drunkenness, she gazes up at him and giggles with a hiccup.

"Oh I'm sorry, sir," she lazily grins.

She turns her head around to Jaeger, "Thanks for holding my hair back, babe."

Still glued to the guard's chest, Arabella raises the back of her left hand an inch from his face.
"Look we're engaged! Isn't he the sweetest?"

The bouncer shoots his look towards a wide-eyed and open-mouthed Jaeger. Having seen enough, he raises an eyebrow and unemotionally dismisses them. "Congratulations. Now get out."

Arabella squeals, "C'mon baby, let's dance!" She prances out, tugging him along.

Through the crowd, she turns and shouts, "See? No big deal, right?"

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