Stone Cold

E l e v e n

Lance looked in the mirror as he wore a simple pair of black jeans and a white tee shirt as he grabbed his brown leather jacket in case it got colder tonight. He pursed his lips making a face at his clothes but shrugged grabbing a pair of sneakers that weren't completely destroyed.

"So it is a date?" Dani walked in smirking at her brother.

"Might as well be, twenty bucks say it won't last a night," lance smirked back at her.

They heard someone knock at the door.

"Shit he showed up five minutes early," lance looked at his alarm clock.

"Lights out by ten, I know it's Friday but I don't need Milo addicted to coffee just yet," lance kissed her head walking out.

Dani frowned as he left and sat on her brothers bed touching the sheets pursing her lips. She sighed getting up and followed lance down stairs as Milo already let Lotor inside as he waited.

"Wow it feels like high school again," lance said sarcastically and walked to the door.

"Dani is in charge, what happens when V comes home?" Lance looked at the four kids.

"Hide the drugs and act normal," three replied.

"Bingo, love you," lance called walking out the door as Lotor glanced back at them as he followed the younger boy out.

"V?" Lotor asked smiling.

"Veronica, my sister," lance said simply as he locked the door behind him.

"How many are yours?" The Italian asked gently.

"None, all siblings," Lance smirked back.

"How many of you are there?" Lotor hummed as he opened his car door for lance.

"I think eight?" Lance shrugged and Lotor laughed almost impressed closing the door.

"You wanna keep talking about my family or go out?" Lance asked with a smirk.

"How about both, I'll put my ice breakers on hold love," Lotor nodded and put the car in drive as he went down the street as lance watched his house get smaller and smaller and disappeared around a corner.

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There's a difference between taken out somewhere and a date that means more than a hook up. And the place Lotor stopped at and parked was more than a hook up date. It was a date date.

And lance was everything but calm. Wide eyes and jaw dropped as Lotor opened his door to let him out. Glass windows showing into a golden lit restaurant with white tables and waiters in black suits.

"Nope, no, I'm not doing it," lance huffed crossing his arms.

"Don't worry, this is just so it keeps junkies out," Lotor offered his arm and lance slowly took it as a man opened the door for them and Lotor walked to the side ignoring people who glanced at them.

"Two stories? What is it a club on the roof?" Lance snorted as they walked to an elevator.

"Less overwhelming than this I promise," Lotor nodded as they went three stories up, when the doors opened, lance saw a bar.

"So your taking me to a bar?" Lance smirked up at him.

"I didn't think you'd like to high key diamond wearing old bag restaurants," Lotor smiled back as they went to the counter, it was still night, dark shines wood with glass on the top as the bartenders also wore suits with vests instead and well groomed back hair.