The Date from Hell (about 1 hour before the party)

[Sharise]

Colors blurred together as Lancer sped through the city. The teen was so hopped up on cocaine, weed and God only knows what else, that he could barely hear the deafening music that was pouring from his car's subwoofers. All he knew was that he was as hard as a rock, and that he needed some form of release... soon. He didn't even bother to think what Bee's opinion of all this might have been. He just wanted to fuck her until she couldn't see straight. Though that could've been the drugs talking.

Shaking the thought from his head, Lancer pulled into the girl's drive way and honked his horn. Thankfully he had warned her that he'd be about an hour early, and he vaguely remembered telling her that he wanted a chance for them to spend some quality time together before the party.

"Ha, quality time..." The words were mumbled as a tiny spoonful of white powder was snorted up the boy's right nostril. It wasn't until another shock wave of adrenalin hit him that Lancer realized what he had just done. He chuckled. "Oh, I am so fucked.." Leaning his head back against the car seat, Lancer smiled and closed his eyes. The sensual beat of Deftone's "Change" infiltrated the teen's ears and he felt the bulge in his pants grow.

Now he knew why Trix were for kids. Or something like that.

[[Omg, poor Bee… she is in for quite the experience. O_o]]

[Cres]

Bee checked herself from the mirror and corrected the position of a few curly red locks on her shoulder. Yes, it was perfect. Queen Guinevere, off to meet her Sir Lancelot. She had to giggle a little. It was like a dream. Though she had promised herself she wouldn't get ahead of herself, she had built up quite hopes for this night. She remembered well what a sweet boy Lancer had used to be, and in her mind she was quickly building up a wonderful dream of what a wonderful man he would have become.

Little did she know.

Certainly, she was aware that he had changed and that he had been through hard times, but she was sure that it hadn't destroyed all that was good and kind in him.

The horn honking outside startled her and she hurried to the window to look outside from the living room window. She saw the car and smiled as she turned to hurry to the door. She met her father in the hallway - he had been alerted by the honking as well. The man frowned a little as he looked at her daughter, all dressed up in her medieval gown.

"Who's that, Bee?" he asked as he drew back the curtain of the window in the door. He squinted to the driveway, not able to make out much else than the fancy car. Actually, it was the fanciest car he'd ever seen.

Bright Eyes smiled.

"Lancer," she said. "You remember, dad - we used to date."

Bee's father's eyebrow went up and he glanced out through the glass again.

"The Montgomery kid?" he asked and frowned again. "But didn't you break up or something?"

Bee wrapped her shoulder veil around her better. She was getting a little annoyed with her father.

"He's just taking me to the party. Can I go or not?"

Mr Preston hesitated for a moment, but then a smile spread on his face. At least she was starting to go out again. He leaned over to kiss her on the forehead.

"Have fun, dear," he said and then opened the door for her. Bee smiled to her father and then stepped out, skipping across the lawn to Lancer's car. She rounded to the other side of the car and opened the door. Waving to her father one more time, she slipped into the car and pulled the door closed.

It was only at that point that she turned to meet Lancer.

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[Sharise]

Pale blue eyes slid open, fighting to focus on the teenage beauty. An almost predatory smirk spread across Lancer's lips as he lifted his head. "You look good enough to eat." A strong, slender finger trailed down from Bee's jawline to her thigh, pausing at all the right places.

"You better hold on." With a smile, the teen pulled out of the driveway and sped down the road. As Lancer drove, it was hard not to notice the bloodshot eyes, restricted pupils, chronic sniffing and extremely odd behavior. But, of course, that could all be easily over looked by the redhead's costume. He was... absolutely gorgeous. It was hard to understand how or why, but the costume of a medieval knight fit the teen perfectly.

Glancing at his own reflection in the rear view mirror, Lancer had to admit that he was looking even more fuckable than usual. That thought alone stirred something in the teen, and caused the bulge in his pants to grow harder. Yes, he would have Bee one way or another.

[Cres]

[[Meh, computers - what can you do? >.<]]

Bee shivered a little when Lancer ran his finger down her body. She wasn't sure how she felt about it. On one hand she was anxious to believe that everything he had said earlier about her being beautiful was true and that this was one more way for him to prove it, but on the other hand she was a little bothered by the straightforward approach. It wasn't very chivalrous at all.

Then again, Lancelot of her dreams wasn't really all that chivalrous - after all, he slept with his king's wife, and that was far from proper.

She had barely the time to put on her seat belt - yes, Bee was a good girl that way - when Lancer sped off. The car was going far faster than Bee felt comfortable with, and her eyes went a little wide and she glanced at the boy next to her. He did seem a little... off, somehow. She wasn't sure why it was, though - perhaps he was just excited about the party. But by heavens, he looked good. She was sure he had had the costume specially made; it looked far too good not to be specially made.

She had not yet noticed anything strange about his pants though.

"Ah... aren't we going a little fast?" she noted, mainly because she was getting worried that they'd get a speeding ticket than anything else. Had she known just what Lancer was on she probably would have screamed her lungs out in fear that he would crash the car, but she trusted Lancer to be sober.

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"Ah... aren't we going a little fast?" The words slowly crept into the teen's ears. They came to him as a garbled sound, which he had managed to understand through the haze. He was a pro at being stoned on several things at one time. Not that it was something to brag about.

"Of course, my lady." Bloodshot eyes stared straight ahead. The car slowed to an almost normal, or rather safe, speed; though the speedometer was still a teeny bit higher than the legal limit. Lancer turned to face Bee in an almost languid manor. He smiled. "Accept my apology?" Not wanting to scare the shit out of the girl, his attention returned to the road. Right now he wanted to stay on her good side... at least until he got into her pants- or dress, if you wanted to be picky.

[[God, poor Bee. Lancer's such a dick tonight. :P]]

[Cres]

[[OMG I think this is going to be so good. Err, bad for Bee - but you know what I mean. XD]]

Bee smiled a bit uncertainly as he slowed the car down. Him calling her "my lady" did spark up something inside her. It made her feel all excited. If only they had horses too, it would be perfect. She smiled to him a bit more confidently and then turned happily to look out the window. She held such great trust toward Lancer that she didn't suspect a thing.

"So, where are we going?" she asked. "You said you wanted to do something before the party."

[Sharise]

[[Ahh! And it's only just begun! lmao]]


As Lancer smirked, he almost looked like Satan himself. Not that Bee could see his expression from her spot in the car, but had she been able to... well, let's just say she might have screamed out in horror.

"Back to my place for a little bit." He turned to Bee once more. This time he appeared to be all smiles. So cute and angelic he could be when after something. "I just wanted to be able to spend a little time with you tonight before we find ourselves surrounded by horny, drunken teenagers." His attention returned to the road for the second time. "And like I said before... you somehow managed to look even more beautiful than usual."

At the moment, Lancer was unable to tell where the truth left off and the drugs began. Maybe he had had a little too much? Nah. Impossible. He simply hadn't snorted enough. Yeah, that's it... not enough.

Glancing at his reflection once more, Lancer decided that when the opportunity arose, he would treat himself a bit more.

[[Omg, I just got an idea. What if the reason he's so drugged up this night is because he got a phone call from Katie (Slate's mom), saying that she wanted joint custody of their kid!?!? Ahahah, that would mess him up real good. >_>]]

[Cres]

[[Ooh, yes that would be perfect! It would also work as a way for Bee to potentially forgive him later.]]

Bee nodded, blushing when Lancer complimented her appearance again. She was trying hard to believe him, and also to believe that the fact that she was wearing a skin-tight dress didn't make her look fat.

"Sounds good," she said and corrected the position of the orange locks on her shoulders again. She had prepared for an important night - because she hoped that tonight might mark her and Lancer getting back together. Sex was the farthest thing from her mind.

[Sharise]

[[Ah, forgiveness divine. ;)]]

Lancer remained quiet for the rest of the short car ride to his home. Once the car was parked, Sir Lancelot jumped out and ran to his Queen's side. Like a gentleman, he opened her door and smiled. "My lady..." A hand was outstretched, waiting to help the medieval beauty from her seat.

"I have a little surprise waiting for you." A grin replaced the smile as Lancer spoke. In his mind he had to laugh. Boy, oh boy did he have a surprise for her... and there wasn't anything little about it. Though that she already knew... after all.. she had treated her knight to a little oral pleasure once before.

[Cres]

[[Ohhh he's so nasty! :D]]

Bee still had no idea. She smiled and blushed a little as she took his hand and let him help her up and out of the car. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at him. He was so handsome. What could the surprise be? Perhaps he had got her something to go with the dress? Lord knew he could afford it.

She smiled and made a small curtsy.

"Lead on, my Lord," she said, fully in the play now.


[[Poor, poor innocent little Bee... >:D]]

[Sharise]

[[Mwahaha. She's going to kill him. ;)]]


"Alright..." Lancer grinned and pulled out a red bandanna. "But you have to trust me.." Without much more of a warning, he tied the cloth around Bee's head, covering her eyes. "I want this to be a total surprise..."

It only took a few minutes for Lancer to lead Bee through the mansion and to his room. Once there, he opened the door and lead Bee in, closing the door behind them. The blindfold was gently removed, allowing view of the room.

White candles were cascaded across the room, creating a warm, romantic glow to cover the space. As if on cue, soft music began playing, creating the ultimate mood. On the bed lay hundreds of red rose petals. It was like a scene from a movie.

"Surprise." Lancer smiled down at his girlfriend. He was quite charming at times.. even if drugged off his ass.

[Cres]

Bee followed Lancer, innocent and trusting, quite excited. When he finally made her stop and pulled the blindfold off, she gasped and her fingertips touched her lips. The room was... beautiful. The candles and the rose petals were the most perfect touch, and at first Bee couldn't think of anything except how romantic it was.

Then it occurred to her just where the rose petals were. Her eyes grew a little wider and she looked at Lancer. It was beginning to dawn on her just what he was expecting. The familiar nervousness started to set in from deep inside her stomach.

"I-it's... beautiful," she said with a little trembling voice. She wasn't sure how she should have reacted. He had obviously seen so much trouble... and he was so handsome... but she wasn't sure if she was ready. They hadn't really been dating that long yet, had they? Were they even dating? And yet... she recalled with a blush just what she had done at the beach party in his boat. Was it any wonder that he might be expecting her to... to...

Oh, no, she thought as the panic was beginning to set in.

[Sharise]

A perverse grin spread across Lancer's lips. It was obvious the girl wasn't comfortable, but it didn't matter. He would get his way. He always did.

"Relax..." He put on a charming smile and stepped in front of Bee, his hands finding hers. "I just wanted this to be special. You deserve something romantic.. So what could be better, than me.." He got down on one knee. "Your Knight in Shining armor.." A kiss to her hands. "Setting up a little something special." The proposal wasn't a question, though it should have been. He was confident in his charm, and in his lies.

Then again, it could have just been the coke speaking. That tended to happen sometimes.

[Cres]

Bee was again a little unsure exactly what he meant - was he talking about sex? Or maybe it was all just for, for cuddling? Something romantic, he said. She felt a rose pink flush her cheeks and an involuntary smile find its way on her lips. He was so charming, a true knight. Her panic let off a little. Maybe she was just overreacting. Like always.

Yes, she told herself. Overreacting. It was all right. He just wanted to spend a little time alone before they went to the party. Why had she thought of anything more?

She smiled now, and nodded a little.

"It is... very special," she said, trying to focus on keeping herself calm. "You must have seen a lot of trouble... my knight."

She smiled, and as she did so, she shone more brilliantly than a thousand suns in the gentle light of the candles. Firelight made her hair glow ablaze like a cascading waterfall of flames.

[Sharise]

Lancer gave a small smile. "More than you know." He stood, pushing back what sadness had crept into his mind.

A soft melody reached his ears and he smiled. "Care to dance?" His emotions were fighting out a battle with the cocaine, causing a few fluctuations in his mood. Try as he might to detach himself from the girl, he simply could not. She was beautiful, and intelligent... She was perfect. The two of them would never survive.