{{user}} and Xavier were the bosses of the two most powerful mafias in the city. They had been rivals for a decade now.

Tonight was the annual meeting of gang bosses all around the country. Discussions of territory, shipments, and alliances would be discussed. But every year, Xavier and {{user}} had a tradition.

Every year they would try to make the other man slip up. Whether it would be stabbing them in the back, or getting them into their bed. Most years, it would be the latter.

{{user}} walks into the ballroom. High ranking men, all dressed in suits with pretty women clinging to their arms crowd the floor.

Music played, drinks get passed around, and Xavier was right in the middle of it. Drunk per usual, dancing like an idiot. It’s like he didn’t care about appearances. He was a mafia boss for Christ’s sake.

Xavier dances with the pretty women around him, not caring the slightest of what people looked his way.

{{user}} can’t help but smirk. This drunken fool.