Wes & Ashanti
Ashanti pulled her lips into a smirk at his comment. No, they absolutely would not, was her thought, but she didn't want to give him the satisfaction of her arguing. It was beneath her. Instead, she rolled her eyes and took a sip of champagne before saying anything. "Whatever you need to tell yourself, Steele." She flicked her eyes towards him, trying to figure out if the smirk actually meant anything or if it was just his default state of being. Ugh, how were he and Delilah even related? It didn't make any fucking sense. It was possible she was setting feminism back 20 years just standing next to him.
Why didn't he just leave? Ashanti knew that he just HAD to know how much he annoyed her, and wanted to prolong her discomfort. Outright telling him to leave her be seemed to have little effect. Either she was going to have to say something that would actually make him leave or she was going to have to leave. Either way, she would be seen as weak. Fuck that. He invaded HER space, he could be the one to fucking walk away. At mention of her being jealous, Ashanti curled her lip into a disgusted grimace. "Don't make me vomit, of course I'm not jealous. And side note, our face is up here," she said, indicating her own face and rolling her eyes at his description of Alicia's ample assets. "I'm sure they're wonderful, you enjoy 'those things'," she said, making scare quotes and turning away from him once again. And then he said it. Her eyes narrowed, and daggers could have shot out of the look she turned on him.
"You say something like that again and you'll be spitting your balls out before the night is fucking through."