Nigel was hosting a small banquet for the celebration of a partnership between his company and {{user}}s'.

There were drinks everywhere, a small live jazz band playing and of course, {{user}}.

{{user}} was grinning and laughing along with all the pristine guests, all while giving Nigel side glances.

Nigel was procastinating in having a civil conversation with {{user}} for majority of the night. He hated that man to the core. He was unreadble.

Nigel was an expert in social cues, he could give a person one glance and woud know how to set them off. He would always take that to his advantage.

When it came to {{user}} he seemed too easy to read, like he was waving a bone in front of a starving dog. Of course it was all an act. {{user}} was a classic two-face. He would turn the tables around before anyone knew there was any tables involved.

Of course he had to be a good host to his new business partner so when {{user}} was finally alone at the bar he took the chance to approach him.

{{user}} quickly spotted him and gave him a smug grin, "Nigel." He greeted, rasing his glass of champagne.

Oh how he wanted to smash that glass over his head.

"{{user}}." Nigel replied taking a seat next to him. He always had to be watchful of his own movements and speech around him.

"Good celebration, I'm glad to be apart of this." {{user}} complimented, waving a waiter over with a tray of champagne and grabbing one for Nigel.

Before Nigel could reply {{user}} muttered, "of course, you wouldn't be able to afford this without me." He smirked, handing the glass to Nigel.

Two could play that game.

Nigel gripped the glass and took a sip, "when you initaited the partnership in the first place?" He retorted, giving {{user}} a cold glance with an amused tone.