Isiah: What up? Isiah and Tom here!
Tom: What up?
Isiah: And welcome to After Midnight Escapades. We have yet again another Roland/Miranda story for you guys requested by QueenofPearls. She PM'ed me the information and all that. Go check out her stories too, she has some Roland/Miranda stories as well.
Tom: Shall we do this Isiah?
Isiah: Yes we shall Tom, let's go.
After Midnight Escapades
One faithful night, the kingdom of Enchantia threw a ball to celebrate the kingdom's 150th birthday. Roland enjoyed the parties, as he always did, talking to other royals and greeting kings and queens from other kingdoms, who he'd come to view as his friends. Roland wasn't really paying all that much attention to Miranda, because he was so wrapped up in talking business with other people. He did notice, however, that every time he came back to check on her, she had a different drink in her hand.
She had the two glasses of wine, that she always had. The next time Roland turned around, she had a glass of champagne in her hand. Roland went to go talk to some other nobles and when he came back, Miranda had a glass of whisky. By the time the party was almost over, she couldn't stand up off her throne. Every time she tried, it looked like her head was spinning.
Roland noticed that something was definitely off and pulled Baileywick aside. "Baileywick, summon Cedric Immediately." He shot a glance in Miranda's general direction and said, "I have a really bad feeling that this is not going to end well." Baileywick seemed to know what he meant and took immediate action.
The next time Roland turned around, Miranda was nowhere to be seen. Roland's stomach churned with an unsettling, almost ominous feeling. Yep, definitely ominous. Making his way through the crowd of people, he searched for something pink, namely, his wife. Roland had seen drunk people and their actions before, but he had never once seen Miranda drunk and there was no telling what she might do, which scared Roland beyond belief.
Still searching the crowds, he suddenly heard the band strike up. The tune became more lively, which wasn't a good sign. There's no way any good could come of that, especially in the present situation. Roland tried to push his way through the crowds to see what was happening, but just as he was about to make it through, someone stepped in front of him, someone big.
Oh no, Roland thought. Not this. Anything but this. "King Roland, my good buddy!" the voice boomed.
Roland winced. He didn't have time for this. He really didn't have time for this. And he would hardly say the man was his...good buddy. If anything, he was the furthest thing from it and Roland's nemesis. "King Magnus," Roland strained, forcing a smile. "Listen it's great to see you, but I really need to find my-"
"It's great to see you too, old friend." Roland winced again, hoping, willing, praying this would end. "Hey, did you know I now have a giant statue of my amazing physique in my castle courtyard?" The large king chuckled. "And everyone in my entire kingdom applauded when I revealed it."
They were probably too scared not to, Roland thought. "Oh, you should come visit so you can see it too Roland. I think you'd love it."
One of you is enough, Roland thought, gritting his teeth. "Now I'm the only king in all the known kingdoms to have a statue of myself. Oh, and my sorcerer Greylock the Grand put an amazing enhancement on it. He made me look positively, well...grand! No pun intended. I'd like to see your sorcerer do something amazing as Greylock, the greatest sorcerer to ever wave a wand. And-"
Roland tuned out the rest, clenching his jaw to keep himself from doing something he'd letter regret. Although, maybe he wouldn't regret it, considering how insufferable Magnus is. Roland shook his head, forcing those thoughts away. He was better than that, he knew. After what seemed like hours of the king's nonstop bragging, Magnus suddenly stopped mid-sentence. Roland looked up at him to find his eyes widened in disbelief.
"What's wrong Magnus?" Roland asked. The other king's mouth was slightly agape. Roland could hear the booming Latin music, but he tuned it out. Wait... Latin? We're in Enchancia. Roland looked at Magnus once more. "Y-you should really keep more of an eye on your wife Roland," Magnus said.
"My wife? I don't understand. Why would you bring my wife into this? Why do I need to..."He was silenced by Magnus pointing a finger in the opposite direction of Roland. Roland slowly turned around and looked in the direction Magnus pointed. Roland's eyes too, grew wide. It didn't take but a second to find Miranda, especially since she was dancing up on a long banquet table. Somehow, she'd gotten herself into a long, flowing, and low-cut red dress. But she was twirling the skirt way up high...almost to- Roland didn't even want to think about it. He shook his head, thinking that he'd better get her down from there before she embarrasses herself further. But first he looked around and quickly spotted a servant. Roland motioned to him and he came over. "Find the prince and princesses and distract them. Do whatever you have to. I don't want them seeing this," Roland said.
"Yes, Your majesty." With that, the servant walked off.
And now, for Miranda, Roland thought with a sigh. He pushed his way through the crowds and went toward the banquet table she was still dancing on top of. Miranda was still swishing her skirts and swaying her hips to the beat in a rather...seductive fashion. Roland shook his head once more. Just get her to stop, Roland thought to himself.
Thankfully, his chance came when she started twirling on the table. She got ever closer to the edge and he jumped closer to it. As she kept spinning, her shoe dropped off the edge, and with it, her foot. Her body gave way and she started to fall, but Roland rushed over and caught her in his arms just in time. She opened her eyes and smiled as he set her down. Roland saw her wobble on her feet; she was so drunk. He had consumed a couple classes himself, but not enough to completely lose all sense and dignity like she had. Roland stared at her as she leaned on him to stay upright. Patting his chest with a sway, she said, "Thanks babe. Now let me give you a kiss for catching me," she slurred.
She leaned up toward his face to kiss him, but he pulled away from her. "Are you alright Miranda?" Roland asked.
Her response was a childlike giggle. "Let's do that again!" she said heading toward the table.
Roland grasped her arm and pulled her back. "Oh, I don't think so. You've embarrassed us both enough already."
"Humph," she pouted.
Just then, a servant came walking by with a tray carrying glasses of champagne. She reached out and grabbed one off the tray. But Roland took it away from her before she had the chance to even take a sip. Her bottom lip stuck out in a pout. "Why can't I have that?" she asked in a whiny voice.
"Because you've already had more than enough for one night."
"I'm a big girl and can have as much as I want!" she protested. "You know what you are?" she asked poking his chest with a scowl. "You're a party pooper. That's what you are," she slurred. Then she burst back into a fit of giggles, wobbling as she laughed.
Roland rolled his eyes at her drunken antics, hoping, wishing, praying this would soon end. Like he said, he'd never seen her drunk. And, frankly, he never wanted to again. Shaking his head, he knew it might possibly happen again. Roland didn't know why, but he had a nagging, unsettling feeling in the pit of his stomach that she was hiding something, something deep and then he was lifted out of his thoughts when Miranda grabbed the bow tie around his neck. She pulled on it with a force Roland didn't think her lithe frame would be capable of. But she pulled hard enough to jolt his body toward hers, their faces now mere inches apart. When Roland looked into her eyes, he concealed a gasp that threatened to escape. For the first time in the years he'd known her, there was a blank look in them.
To be continued...
Isiah: Wow. Miranda? Drunk?
Tom: Sounds interesting if you ask me.
Isiah: Same here. We hope you guys enjoyed the first chapter. There'll be more of it soon. Also, if you haven't seen Cedric Returns the Favor, you guys are missing out on some hot and steamy lemony goodness in that story. Go check that out and show that some support.
Tom: Don't forget for give this story a nice review. No flames as always. More stories and updates are coming soon. As always, we love you guys. Thanks for supporting us everyday. See y'all later. Holla at your boys! Yeah!
Isiah: As always, until next time.
And now for a Quick Random Moment
*Roland and Miranda are driving out in the desert when they see a drunk Shuriki on the side of the road*
Roland: What the hell?
Miranda: *rolls down window* Hey, stupid! What are you doing?
*Shuriki sees the two and tries to walk but falls on the ground*
*Just when Roland is about to drive off again, another Shuriki comes from behind the car*
Shuriki: *trying to reach Roland* SURPRISE CARJACK, MOTHERLOVERS!
Roland: OH CRAP! *drives fast trying to shake Shuriki off him* GET THE HELL OFF ME! GET THE FUDGE OFF ME!
*Shuriki finally falls on the road*
Miranda: We should really stop searching for enemies.
Roland: Yeah, no crud.