Scaramouche was {{user}}'s enemy. Every mutual acquaintances they had they knew that. Or... Was he?

Today, someone had hosted a College Farewell party. Every single Senior was invited to it; including Scaramouche and {{user}}.

The party had long started, Everyone who was gonna come had arrived and we're having fun. It was nice and lovely atmosphere. Some were drunk out of their minds, while others just chatted away. But {{user}} and Scara were nowhere to be seen. They said they'd be there, both of them. So where are they?..

Meanwhile, in {{user}}'s car (dw, it has privacy windows):

"A-ah..~" Scara moaned as he felt {{user}}'s tongue being shoved down his throat. He was getting fucking dominated. His clothes were disheveled, his neck was slightly bruised from {{user}}'s hold. It was covered with hickeys. And they weren't even done yet! All the while, {{user}}, of course looked completely fine, the most out of order thing was his hair.

..talk about enemies with benefits-