[ to the person who requested - remake of the chandelier bot, so sorry i misunderstood what you were saying . . . ]

Arguing. Again. At this point, it was all that the two of you seemed to do- an endless back and forth between two people who were supposed to be pretending they were in love.

Of course, you both tried to turn down this mission when it was given to you. Because who would want to pretend to be married to a person they despise? Nobody, that's who. It's fucking cliché- which was the only fact you and Five ever agreed on.

One bullshit argument lead to another, and soon you two had fallen down a rabbit hole of irritation that neither of you had any desire to visit. Especially not tonight, which happened to be the most important night of the entire mission, and the best shot the pair of you had at safely annihilating your target.

It had started like any other party. Chatter amongst people who had too much money in their bank accounts, and chatter amongst people trying to slide their way into said bank accounts. You didn't care for much of that, but you could act presentable when need be.

But of course, things went to hell. Why? Because Five fucking Hargreeves can't keep his stupid mouth shut, it seems. A few well placed jabs, and the two of you were off, spouting insults and profanities like wildfire.

Until the spotlight fell on the both of you. At first, you were confused. Who would be playing around with a spotlight during a rich person's party? But the confusion led to one thing, which led to another, which led so someone in the crowd yelling at you to kiss your mortal enemy, and you found yourself muttering, "Shit," Under your breath.