For Auld Lang Syne...(rp for itsnotmydestiny)
"For auld lang syne, my dear...for auld lang syne..."
The song blasted over the speakers, barely audible over the din of the crowd, but Lance was oblivious to all of it. The cold stung his bruised face, the noise hurt his ears, but it all melted like ice cream on a hot day as he shared his first New Year's kiss with the woman of his dreams. She was warm in his arms, and as their lips met he was warmed further still by the reminder of what kissing her tonight could lead to.
It was Arthur that finally broke them up, Arthur that pointed to the fact that the party that was about to get rolling was one they didn't much want to stick around for. It was a crazy night already, and it was only going to get crazier.
Despite Gwen's protests, it was Lance who led the charge, carefully sandwiching her between Arthur and himself as he led the human chain that wove through the masses and finally got them out of the crowd teeming in Times Square for the dawn of 2010.
The car they were sharing dropped Arthur first at the hotel, then left Lance and Gwen at the simple duplex in Brooklyn that Lance called home.
"The place is kind of a mess, but it's home." he explained as he led her to the door. It was a little rundown, but clearly taken care of as he continued to apologize as he let her in. It had been a long time since she'd seen his place, he'd been living in a loft over a pizza place in Queens the last time he'd had her over. The house had come later, a gift from his father after a particularly big real estate sale.
Inside, it was a little cluttered but clean, the torn sofa and numerous dog toys littering the floor making it clear that a parent, of sorts, lived in the home.
And, as Lance flipped on the light in the foyer, the dog child in question barked to greet them. Nails clicked against the hardwood floor before the corded standard poodle came into view and all but leapt on Lance. Catching her, he lifted the dog into his arms with a grin and kissed her shaven cheek.
"Hey, Bette baby." he cooed, setting her down on the floor again. Kneeling beside her, he patted her braided flank and looked up at Gwen with a grin. "Don't think you two have met yet...Bette? Meet Gwen. Gwenyth? Meet Excalibur's Divine Miss M...Bette for short. This here's the other woman in my life."
The song blasted over the speakers, barely audible over the din of the crowd, but Lance was oblivious to all of it. The cold stung his bruised face, the noise hurt his ears, but it all melted like ice cream on a hot day as he shared his first New Year's kiss with the woman of his dreams. She was warm in his arms, and as their lips met he was warmed further still by the reminder of what kissing her tonight could lead to.
It was Arthur that finally broke them up, Arthur that pointed to the fact that the party that was about to get rolling was one they didn't much want to stick around for. It was a crazy night already, and it was only going to get crazier.
Despite Gwen's protests, it was Lance who led the charge, carefully sandwiching her between Arthur and himself as he led the human chain that wove through the masses and finally got them out of the crowd teeming in Times Square for the dawn of 2010.
The car they were sharing dropped Arthur first at the hotel, then left Lance and Gwen at the simple duplex in Brooklyn that Lance called home.
"The place is kind of a mess, but it's home." he explained as he led her to the door. It was a little rundown, but clearly taken care of as he continued to apologize as he let her in. It had been a long time since she'd seen his place, he'd been living in a loft over a pizza place in Queens the last time he'd had her over. The house had come later, a gift from his father after a particularly big real estate sale.
Inside, it was a little cluttered but clean, the torn sofa and numerous dog toys littering the floor making it clear that a parent, of sorts, lived in the home.
And, as Lance flipped on the light in the foyer, the dog child in question barked to greet them. Nails clicked against the hardwood floor before the corded standard poodle came into view and all but leapt on Lance. Catching her, he lifted the dog into his arms with a grin and kissed her shaven cheek.
"Hey, Bette baby." he cooed, setting her down on the floor again. Kneeling beside her, he patted her braided flank and looked up at Gwen with a grin. "Don't think you two have met yet...Bette? Meet Gwen. Gwenyth? Meet Excalibur's Divine Miss M...Bette for short. This here's the other woman in my life."