THE BOISTEROUS CHATTER OF THE CROWDED TABLE ABRUPTLY CEASED AS THE ENGLISHMAN'S PROPOSAL ECHOED THROUGH THE AIR, casting a profound stillness over the room. It was as though a heavy blanket of anticipation had descended upon them, suffocating any hint of noise or movement. The weight of his words hung in the air like a thundercloud, each syllable reverberating with an intensity that demanded attention. In that moment, the atmosphere crackled with tension, as everyone present braced themselves for the seismic shift that was about to unfold.
"I think that's an excellent idea." Smiled Buck after a minute of consideration, his expression masking the storm brewing beneath the surface. Usually a man of saintly temper, if there was one thing he could not tolerate, it was having his loved ones treated poorly. And what the Brits had done with y/n wasn't too far from that. So, he was all in for boxing their literal brains out, his demeanor shifting from calm to formidable in an instant as he prepared himself to defend his girl with ferocity. "Oh, here we go." Curt smirks, sensing immediately what the blonde's true motive was.
As the raven attempted to stand, being the sort to dive face-first into the fire, Gale Cleven quickly shoved him back to his seat, taking his place instead, ready to face the challenge head-on. "He's mine, Gale." The girl demanded, her y/e/c orbs ablaze with a fierce determination to prove herself, her words carrying an unmistakable intensity as she asserted her claim. Aware of his tendency to be over-protective, the girl quickly formulated a plan to persuade him, her mind racing with thoughts of how to convey the urgency of the situation. "Let me win at least something tonight." She sighed honestly, in dire need for a victory, no matter how small.
