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Marinette sighs, she should’ve convinced Adrien to take someone else to this stupid gala. They were politely standing around eating tiny food and drinking champagne. After the snobbish people, they were talking to left, Marinette leans over and jabs him with her elbow while whispering, “how much longer with this go on for?”
“We’ve been here for half an hour,” Adrien whispers back.
“Is this going to be the whole gala?” Marinette sighs.
“What, eating mini food, drinking champagne that tastes expensive, and talking to people who don’t give a crap about anyone?” Adrien asks, running a hand through his hair.
“Yeah pretty much.”
“My father wants me to make a good impression so as long as people are here, pretty much,” Adrien sighs, grabbing another flute of champagne. “Wanna dance? You wouldn’t have to talk to anyone beside then.”
“Better than nothing, people don’t even know me but they’re already a bit too touchy and invasive,” Marinette shutters, letting herself be lead. She lets the music take her, she looks around the room, letting her eyes room, looking at the architect and people. A group of dark-haired people catches her attention before she’s able to get a closer look, Adrien is already turning her to the sound of the music. When she turned back to the group she can see a one looking at them.
“Sorry, it’s stuffy in here, I’m going to go out onto the balcony,” Marinette says, taking a step back from Adrien as the music comes to an end.
“Ok, I’m going to talk to more people,” Adrien says.
“I’ll find you in a bit,” Marinette says with a small wave. She wasn’t outside for long when she hears footsteps approaching her from being. “I saw you looking at me in there.”
“And how’d you know it was me,” he says. She could hear a smirk in his voice.
“The way you were looking at me,” Marinette says, turning towards him.
“Everyone was looking at you, you are beautiful,” he says, taking a step forward.
“At the moment, your eyes are the only ones I care about.”
“What about your blonde boyfriend?” he asks, raising an eyebrow.
“Who said he’s my boyfriend?”
“He’s not?”
“Of course not, he’s my best friend,” Marinette giggles.
“Does that you’re single?” he says, taking another step forward.
“Well, we’ll see,” Marinette shrugs a smirk plastered across her face.
“Let’s see if we can change that, I’m Jason Todd,” Jason greets, holding out his hand.
“Marinette,” She says, taking his hand. He brings her petite hand up to kiss it. Their conversation flows from there and eventually leads to dancing.
“Ya know, I hate these things,” Jason admits.
“I do too, I came here to support Adrien emotionally, heck, I forgot, I’m going to go save him from the gold-diggers. That's the real reason he invited me,” Marinette says, breaking away for Jason. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
Too bad that was a lie, Adrien was a touch drunk and she had to get him out of there before his father found out and got pissed. So there she was two minutes after leaving Jason, helping Adrien escape from the claws of the gold diggers.
It wasn’t until she was helping Adrien grab food and water did she realize, cliche, she didn’t get his number. She sighs, handing Adrien ibuprofen before plopping down on the couch beside him. “I really liked him,” she says, putting her head on his shoulder.
“Jason Todd?” Adrien asks, moving his head slowly.
“You know him?”
“Yeah of course! He’s one of the adopted sons of Bruce Wayne.”
“I stood him up, I left him to save you,” Marinette sighs. “You’re lucky you’re my best friend.”
“No, you go get your mans,” Adrien says, nudging him.
“That’s even if he would see me,” Marinette says, taking her hair out of its intricate style.
“Nope! No time for doubts!” Adrien says, surprisingly full of energy. He drags her up off the couch.
“What are you doing?” Marinette asks, dragging her feet.
“You can’t come back until you have his number!” Adrien says, slamming the door, locking it behind him.
“Seriously Adrien! Let me in, I want to go to bed,” Marinette says, knocking on the door.
“Nope! Go get you mans,” Adrien says, she could hear the footsteps walking away from the door.
Not knowing were to go, she just went back to the venue. By this time, her hair was down, she is incredibly tired, and her feet are killing her. She sighs while entering the gala, a lot of people had left but her eyes were drawn to Jason’s tall figure in the corner. He was sitting in the corner his back to the crowd.
“I saw you looking at me from across the room,” Jason says his back still towards her.
“And how’d you know it was me, there were a lot of people looking at you,” Marinette says, placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Your eyes are the only one I care about though,” Jason responds, standing to turn to her.
“And what about your bluenette friend? ” Marinette says, smiling.
“Oh her? She’s single,” Jason says.
“What about you?” Marinette smirks, placing a hand on his chest.
“If you don’t want to be single anymore I would love to make you plural,” Jason smirks. (im sorry).
“You’re a dork, I’m sorry it took so long for me to come back, Adrien was going to do something stupid because he’s a lite weight. So I took him home and he locked me--” Marinette starts, realizing a little too late how close Jason had leaned in.
“I was willing to wait all night.”