Red stood in the crowd of people at the Queen's Dance, easily blending in despite his blood red hair.
He shifted a bit as people began to dance and moved closer to the back wall. Honestly he hated crowded places and it just felt wrong to be in something other then his trademark suit.
He watched couples sweep by his spot and glanced around, wondering once again why he had even bother listening to the damn note about coming to such a gathering.
Nigel smirked when he noticed Red at the back of the ballroom, hiding in the shadows with well practiced ease.
Slipping through the crowds he made his way to the younger, noticing that Red was actually in a black suit. It looked good on him, bringing out the paleness in his skin, the golden gleam in his eye, and made his hair seem like fire. All in all it did the squirrel some good yet drew more attention to the villain then either of them preferred.
Nigel growled lowly as he noticed a beautiful woman make her way to Red with a lusting gleam in her eyes
. It was obvious that Red was trying to be polite as he turned down her offer to dance, but the woman seemed unable to get a clue as she wrapped her arms around the squirrel, leaning in a way against Red that make her breasts look bigger and almost had them popping out of her dress.
Red paid it no mind and gently pried the woman's arms from her neck and turned down whatever offer she had whispered to him. Yet the ditz still didn't get the clue and threw her arms back around Red, whose eye gleamed with murderous intent.
Grabbing two wine glasses, Nigel made his way over, to rescue his squirrel. Making a mental note to have the ditz suffer an 'accident' later.
Red felt like killing someone, more specifically the woman who had her arms firmly wrapped around his neck, whispering what she thought as seductive promises in his ears. Red was about to reach over and strangle the woman, crowd of witnesses or not, when a familiar voice spoke up.
"Red, I'm back with our drinks."
Fate hated him. Turning his head slightly he fount himself staring at a smiling Nigel, yet his eyes gleamed with murderous intentions. The spy handed his a wine glass and slipped an arm around his waist.
"Sorry, it took me so long Sweetheart, you wouldn't believe the line they had."
Red opened his mouth to ask Nigel what the hell he was smoking when the arm around his waist tightened painfully, stopping him. The woman stared at them, slowing taking her arms from Red's neck with a fire red blush covering her face.
"Oh, you two are... I... I'm sorry, I didn't know."
She stuttered a bit more before rushing into the crowd, vanishing amongst the people and only then did Nigel's grip loosen. Red felt annoyed though when th arm stayed firmly wrapped around him, instead of Nigel removing it from his being.
"You can let go now."
Nigel just shot him a large grin, his eyes bright with amusement.
"I don't think I will, Love. After all, It'll help keep anyone one else like her at bay if they think you're with me."
Red's eye twitched.
For some reason he had the feeling that Nigel had somehow planned this. And who the Hell was he calling 'Love'?