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"am I throwing a fit? no." Donevan shook his head. "maybe my father just thought it would provide some entertainment to this otherwise dreadful party"

Avdey rolls his eyes, “Maybe you’re just not throwing a fit because you’re already in public. It would be real shameful on your family if you did throw a fix.”

"what makes you think I would ever throw a fit?" Donevan glared at Avdey. (wait, how tall is he? cuz Donevan is 5'9)

(Avdey stands at about 5’6)

Avdey just smirks at him and turns away.

(Is this real world and just in the past, or is it a made up world? Cause Avdey has a slight Russian accent)

(kinda could be any. Like accents are totally a vibe)

Donevan frowned at the shorter male. "your very smug"

Avdey shrugs, “Eh.” He turns and faces the other man.

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

"maybe not? you are acting very smug for someone so short" Donevan rolled his eyes. "I don't know why I bothered to approach you, just as smug and stuck up as always" He turned to walk away.

Avdey turns, “I am not that short!” He snaps, scowling.

He crosses his arms again, hot irritation flooding his body. He takes deeps breaths, trying to calm himself down. “I’m not smug.”

Donevan smirked to himself, "look whos throwing a fit now" he turned back to Avdey, "short"

Avdey’s dark eyes blazed with anger. He takes another deep breath, closing his eyes. “Shut the hell up.” He mutters.

(Oh, what’s your standpoint on swears?)

"what was that? I couldn't hear you from down there?" Donevan smirked, (um most of my vocabulary is swears)

(XDD)

Avdey glares and then turns, walking away. Disengage from the situation. He couldn’t cause a scene.

Donevan smirked to himself, successful in pissing Avdey off.

Avery grits his jaw, going to a darker corner and leaning against the wall. He sighs, running his hand through his hair, pulling at it slightly.

Donevan retreated back to his father's side, a smug look on his face.

Avdey closes his eyes, taking deep breaths for long moments before straightening and dropping his hands from his hair. He looks around the room for a long moment before grabbing a drink off a passing platter and almost downing it.

Donevan watched Avdey from across the room, suprised at how easy it had been to get Avdey to react.

(Poor Avdey has anger management issues-)

He pulls the glass away from his face and pointedly does not look at Donevan, instead looking towards the dance floor and watching the dancing couples.

Donevan again moved away from his fathers side when a young woman asked him tp dance. He would have said no if not for his father insisting otherwise.

Avdey watches the dancing couples, ignoring anyone who walks over to ask him to dance. He didn’t want to dance, and he really didn’t care for the look his father was currently giving him.

Donevan danced with a few people before one had asked him about Avdey. He just glanced at the male, curious as to why he wasn't dancing.

Avdey was staring into a glass of wine at the moment, swirling the red liquid. He was seriously contemplating getting drunk at tis point. But it would be a bad idea if he did.

Donevan excused himself and walked over to Avdey, picking up a random glass and downing it before he got there. "you seem depressed"

Avdey sighs, not looking up from his glass, “WHat do you want, Donevan?”

"why are you in such a sour mood? that is normally my thing" Donevan tilted his head, he may or may not had a few to many drinks throughout the day.

Avdey looks at him, glowering, “Because I can.” He snips.

Donevan quickly grabbed Avdey's drink and downed it. "My father would have my ass if I was acting like you are"

Avdey stares, “That was mine, thanks.” He snaps.

He shakes his head, “Oh, I’m going to get an earful when I get home, I’m just a little too drunk to care.”

"your not drunk- are you?" Donevan hummed, "I might be. I mean, it keeps my father off my ass"

Avdey laughs, “Oh, I am.” He smirks slightly.

“I’m just good at hiding it enough to not cause a mess.” He grabs another glass of wine off a passing tray, taking a drink.