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Ma Meilleure Ennemie

Never in your life did you think you would end up dating an enforcer, nevertheless one so important that he got invited to parties. Steb never really liked them, considering how much you were expected to talk to people. But when a smaller one was hosted, and he was basically forced to go by his higher ups, he invited you, as he would rather not be there by himself.

He was standing, tense, at the side of the dance floor. He had dressed up slightly- a shirt, vest, and tie, the like. He was looking around, observing his surroundings as french music played in the background, his patience seemingly endless as he waited for you to show up.

Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

You slipped through the crowd, wearing a statement outfit of your choice, slowly approaching Steb as you made your grand entrance. Steb's eyes caught on you, an almost imperceptible smile gracing his features.

You made your way over, grabbing Steb's hand and slowly pulling him towards the heard of the dancefloor, the music raging loudly. Stebs eyes widened, but not resisting as he followed you into the crowd of people. He would dance with you, after all. Thats what parties were for, and heavens, he thought you looked lovely.

Fuis-moi, le pire c'est toi et moi