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Sipping your drink to hide your fond smile as one of your favorite co-workers stumbled away from you and Steven to join the mass of bodies all tangled together on the dance floor. The fancy glimmering ballroom your work had rented out for the company holiday party was massive. In your mind it was a little bit overkill. Almost everyone was far too drunk to enjoy it properly, and would scarcely remember it. But it wasn’t your money.
You had loved the chance to dress up in a fancy dress for once. And it was even better to get to see Steven in a suit. He had chosen one that reminded him of his moon knight suit but was different enough to avoid dangerous comparisons. The cream color of the suit, suiting his skin. The tight fit showing off his well maintained body. Overall he looked better than you did! No matter how much he claimed otherwise.
The two of you had mainly come for the excuse to dress up, and the free fancy food. Which due to the founder of your company being vegan had been mainly vegan. Basically the two of you had treated it like a fancy date night where you were going to run into a bunch of people you knew.
While your coworkers got plastered, the two of you had savored the fancy cocktails and decadent desserts. Just enjoying each other’s company. Humoring the drunk conversations of your peers while the two of you talked- in the moments of time you got to yourselves- about the new project Steven had started at the university he had become a professor at this past year.
The music choice had gotten more and more subdued as time went on, the DJ trying to encourage people to leave to start moving to the pubs as time ran out on the venue. The last several songs being slow dances that people were growing tired of trying to grind to.
Smiling at Steven you teased, “I think the DJ is trying to tell us to slow dance at least once tonight Steven.”
“I- ummm, don’t really know how to dance. Might be best not to, I know that all your fancy coworkers are plastered but I don’t wanna embarrass you...”
“You wouldn’t,” you assured him. “But it’s fine if you don’t want to.”
Steven’s face changed, brows furrowing and lips tightening.
“Oh, he wants to, he just isn’t going to take the initiative.”
Marc’s rough American accent had you relaxing. You had feared that his tightened expression had been due to Khonshu coming to put an end to your relaxing evening. Marc gave you a small smile as he brushed the curls Steven had carefully styled back. Pulling at the suit trying to get comfortable in it.
“It’s odd seeing you in Steven’s suit,” you admitted.
“Yeah, I’m just much more of a mummy suit guy, aren’t I,” Marc snarked back.
Grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the dance floor against what you assumed were mental protests from Steven. Marc smoothly guided you into a slow dancing position, fondly rolling his eyes at the music that started playing.
“What don’t want to dance with me in the moonlight Marc,” you teased as you both swayed.
“Nah, much rather dance in here, you’d freeze out there.”
Laughing at his comment as you laid your head against his shoulder and enjoyed the gentle sway. You had not expected to see Marc tonight, he had claimed that work parties were not his thing.
“Steven is actually a better dancer than me, he actually knows ballroom dance. Of course he’s never actually danced with a partner so he’s too nervous to show off,” Marc slowly explained his earlier fronting. “He’s backseat judging my dancing right now in fact.”
With a playful wink Marc silently told you that he was being bad on purpose, helping to encourage Steven to take control. He was getting you, your dance. A shutter went through the body before Steven took back control. Fixing both your postures subtly and starting to lead you into a simple waltz.
“Can’t let Marc keep almost stepping on your toes. LIke a bull in a china shop on purpose I swear!”
You laughter filled the air as Steven and you danced the rest of the night away together until the venue came to kick the rest of you out.