closed for: @cherryxkoch
where: will and lemie's wedding
If looks could kill, Ziggy was angling for a spot on death row with the glare he levelled towards one Bora Winters as he departed from the dance floor and Ziggy's wedding date, his audacity something he found abhorrent.
Cherry's willingness to seemingly entertain it was a close second.
He doesn't move from where he's rooted himself at the edge of the dance floor, the warmth he felt from too many champagnes doing little to combat his icy demeanour as he remains arm folded with his eyes on her now like she had something to be guilty about.
"You do realise we're at a wedding, right? Like, this is quite literally supposed to be the epicentre of love and joy and unity which you're going directly against by swaying out there with a man who doesn't need a dance partner, he needs an in-depth psychological evaluation."
Despite never having a full on direct conversation with the club owner, he had heard enough and too often about his true nature from Cherry during and after their failed something.
There wasn't enough years in a lifespan for him to ever forget how he had hurt her.
"Surely we cannot be that desperate for attention. This is embarrassing."