She shouldn't have been surprised, when as she went to spin again a familiar voice rang out from the crowd.

Steve. Of course he would bid on her. With all the hubbub and fuss, she wondered at the fact he even had time too, girls had certainly been clamouring to get their hands on Alpha Complex's favourite bachelor, but he was there.

That was just how things were with Steve, awkwardness, fighting, revealing you might have been a ticking time bomb, none of it mattered at the end of the day, he would still be your friend.

The smile on her lips had been plastered there, fake as all the glitter and glitz in the ballroom, as the lighting in the halls and it vanished as she looked at him from the stage. Her head tilted slightly, and her smile grew in spite of herself. For once that night Morgana didn't look like the actress who knew she had to look happy, but a woman who really was.

It was just a dance, and he might not even win (but who else would bid on her?) but that he bothered at all warmed her, not an easy feat in her dress.

And two hundred credits was so much better than twenty five, thank you Jack.