** YOU'RE A HOT MESS)) mona

"Hey! Hey! Feet off the coffee table. Have a little fuckin' respect, dude." Lance hissed at a drunken guy, one whom he didn't know, in fact. The guy drunkenly rolled his eyes and took his feet off the coffee table. Lance may have been a party boy, but he respected his parents enough to not let his friends and drunken class mates and random people who came to his house ruin the house and their furnature. He wasn't that horrible of a person. He was only slightly buzzed, as he had only been drinking beer right now. There was a mini bar in his house, in the basement, which a lot of people where there now. Only a few people were upstairs, since he had yet to install a good stereo system in his basement, and everybody wanted to dance and listen to music.

His car was locked away safely in the garage, which was off limits for the party, since it was his baby and he wasn't going to let anything happen to it. Of course not, he would be broken without her. "Yo, Lance. Where's the rest of the party, bro? This is kinda lame." He said, catching his buddies voice from behind him, followed by a clap on the shoulder. He turned around to see him before nodding. "Yo, man. Downstairs. Give me your keys, though." He said, holding out his hand as his friend and the guy next to him put their car keys in it. He tossed the keys into a bowl on the table, along with everybody elses.

He was a responsible party host.

After grabbing another bud light from the fridge he made his way downstairs to where a majority of people where. The music from upstairs was still able to be heard, just not as loud and in more of a vibrating the ceiling kind of way. Nothing had been broken yet. Nobody was drunk enough yet to start fighting. But he loved his basement. There was an area in the corner with a drum set, his guitar, and a microphone. Frequently he tried to set up bands with people, that typically didn't last long. Lance was too domineering and kind of bossy to work that well with other people. When it came to stuff like that, he worked better alone.

There were a couple girls dancing ghostly around the room, and it was pretty obvious they were on something. Ecstasy was a good possibility. It didn't bother him. He had experimented with drugs and the like, but didn't do them frequently. "Ladies..." He said, walking up and putting an arm around both of their shoulders. He recognized them from the academy, both fire students. Both tenth graders. "Would you... care for a drink?" He said, turning on his heels and turning them with him, leading them over to his bar. He was actually quite good at mixing drinks, and his parents kept things stocked.

His parents were actually awesome. They weren't ever around, but they bought him booze. What kind of parents did that make them? Awesome ones. They both leaned drunkenly against the counter as Lance walked behind it, pulling out the margartita mixer and shaking it, smiling brightly at them. "How about a couple of cranberry Margarita's for a couple of classy ladies?" They giggled, but agreed to a drink and he mixed it up for them. Most people had drinks in their hands already. He took a shot of tequila after giving them their drinks. "Enjoy, ladies. Remember, it's made special, just for you." He winked at them as they walked away, dancing and swaying as they went.

Yep, definitely ecstasy.

After taking his shot, he rinsed out the margarita shaker and put it back under the counter. It was so nice having his own miniature bar in his house. Very nice. After walking out into the crowd, bottle of beer in his hand, he noticed somebody that looked vaugley familiar. A blond girl, with actually fairly crazy hair - but he didn't exactly like normal things, either. He liked the hair. Maybe if he talked to her he would remember, since he couldn't see her face right now. "Excuse me, " He said, politely, his award winning smile plastered on his face, but that ever knowing mischiefous glint in his eyes also. He approached her. " Can't help but notice you don't have a drink in your hand." He said, also sounding polite, and motioning towards her drinkless hands, before moving around so he could see her face. His stomach dropped a little at that. "Oh, hey, Mona..." He said. He wasn't sure how to react, really. She was hot - and she was single, now. He knew that. But she was his best friends ex girlfriend. "What are you doing here?" Wasn't the answer obvious, though? He threw bitchin' parties. " You uh, want a drink or somethin'? I can make just about anything." He said, smiling at her, the dark glint in his eyes not leaving as he let his eyes leave hers and explore a little bit.