Ethan: smirking Fucking finally, some spice in this bland-ass place! What's with the death stare?
frowning I was expecting us to have some time before you dropped a bomb on me…
leans back, chuckling Bomb? You mean your exploding ass? Nah, sweetheart, no time for bombs. How about we blow some steam off instead?
stands up abruptly Fine, if you're not up for some fun, I'll find my own damn entertainment. grabs his jacket and heads towards the door
Okay okay fine I’m sorry!
turns around, smirking Good. Because I wasn't planning on letting you off the hook that easily. walks back to the table, leaning in close
Well what’s this about then?
pulls out a small envelope from his jacket pocket and slides it across the table Open it. And try not to faint.
leans in, lowering his voice That, my love, is an invitation to the wildest party you've ever seen. It's time to celebrate!
grinning mischievously Oh, you'll see. It's a little something I organized to mark our official engagement.
Wait actually? That’s really happening?
raises an eyebrow Oh, yeah. It's happening alright. And trust me, it's gonna be one hell of a party.
So how did this even happen??
laughs Well, let's just say fate played its hand.
Fleming tear up the invitation in front of Ethan, refusing to attend the party
pauses, his expression shifting from amusement to anger You're kidding, right?
slams his fist on the table, his voice rising Are you fucking serious?! You think you can just throw away our engagement like it means nothing?!
leans in aggressively, glaring No, no, no. This isn't just "about" anything. This is about us. Our future together.
interrupts, voice dripping with sarcasm But what? Do you have some hidden agenda? Some secret you're keeping from me? Spill it, then.
I don’t have any secret I just…
slams his hand on the table again, his voice seething with frustration Damn it, Fleming! I'm not playing these games with you.
Okay okay I’ll go to this party.
narrows his eyes, studying Fleming's face You better not be fucking with me. This party means everything to me.
leans back, a smirk playing on his lips Good. Because if you fuck this up, I swear to God...
smirks, leaning back in his chair Good. Because I have a few tricks up my sleeve.
What do you mean by that?
smirks, leaning in closer Oh, you have no idea. Just remember, Fleming, I always come prepared.
grins mischievously Alright, then. Let's start planning. We need to make sure this party is one that neither of us will ever forget.
pulls out a notebook and pen Alright, first things first. We need a theme for the party. Something that screams 'celebration of love'.
Love…how about a masquerade?
raises an eyebrow, intrigued A masquerade, huh? Not a bad idea. It'll add an extra layer of excitement and mystery. Perfect.
And maybe invite some of our closest friends?
Ethan and Fleming's guests arrive at the masquerade party, wearing intricate masks and costumes, creating an atmosphere of intrigue and celebration.
grinning mischievously, pulls out a deck of cards from his pocket Perfect timing, darling.