Party at the Dance Floor?!
There was usually one single reason the French warlock would be on any dance floor: looking out for his cousin Sophia, who sometimes needed to let off steam and dance the night away. He made sure the players and riff-raff didn’t get too close, and he always made sure she got home safe. She was a big girl, but after the massacre that left the some of the only survivors, she was literally the only family he had left.
So with this in mind, Ace was leaning against the bar, foot tapping to the beat as he sipped the one drink he allowed himself, keeping an eye out for Sophia when the warlock got the sense that someone was staring at him. Turning to his right, he returned the look, raising a brow in question.













