"May the best man win."

The way that {{user}} looked at Johnnie when they said that made his blood boil. So smug; And the fact that {{user}} looked fucking amazing in their do-up for the competition didn't make it any better.

Johnnie didn't know if we wanted to punch {{user}} or kiss them, but punching them was more appealing at the moment.

"May the best man win." He bites back, clutching at his violin and bow.