The term "it's five o'clock somewhere," was literal for them, and as long as the alcohol didn't run out the night was definitely going to get hot. Forcing Tate to drink, Violet knew that while she could be tipsy or drunk, it wouldn't matter if Tate was sober and only finding amusement in her actions.

"Jesus H. Christ, your parents have a whole fucking liquor store in this bitch." Pushing past the wine bottles, he opted for Smirnoff, Jack Daniels and Captain Morgan. Setting all of the almost entirely full bottles on the kitchen's island, he figured he could ask Constance, or beg rather, for her to go buy them more since they'd most likely drink too much of one and tip off the Harmons. "What will it be, my lady? I can make a killer screw driver, you want a Jack and Coke, or some Captain?"

Screw drivers were for pussies, and while she had one, she didn't drink like one. You didn't get drunk off girly drinks, and she needed to get liquid courage quick. Tapping the top of the whiskey bottle, Vi went to the fridge to retrieve a 2-liter of 7-up. Her mother wasn't crazy about soda, preferring 'healthy, earthy' beverages instead, but enough bitching would get her teen daughter almost anything. It wasn't like some carbonated beverage was going to kill her anyway.

"Make us drinks, I'm going to go get ready. Come up when you're done, just bring the bottle."

Throwing together Violet's drink, Tate replaced the rum and vodka, figuring they could kill off the whiskey tonight and move on to something else tomorrow if the girl needed courage for any of their other future adventures. Glancing up, the backyard was getting dark and while he enjoyed the night, he hated how it allowed anything to hide in the shadows unknown to all.

"If you make any messes clean up after yourself," the old woman's warning came out of no where, causing Tate to almost spill Violet's mixed drink. Glaring at Moira as she put on her coat and exited the back door, he shook his head at the ghostly woman. She was such a bitch when she wanted to be. Giving her a fake smile and a not-so-friendly hand gesture, he crossed the kitchen to lock the door behind her, though if she had the will to come back in he knew it wouldn't stop her. Grabbing the glasses and the bottle of Jack, Tate stopped at the bottom of the stairs and looked silently. If there was a benevolent God he was sure hoping he'd give Tate the strength to make it through this weekend without raping his girlfriend.

Re-entering Violet's room, Tate chuckled as it had quickly transformed into a half-ass burlesque parlor. In a 10 minute stretch Violet had somehow managed to find some sheer black thing to throw over her lamp and a light red one for the other lamp. It was one way to use clothes, he thought, making his way to the chair in the middle of the room he sat, her drink on one knee, the almost full bottle on the other. Wondering if he'd have to wait long for the 'show', he was answered almost instantly as Violet came down the hall from the direction of her parents room. It had took all the sober courage she had to put on her mom's black thigh high stockings and high heels, she just hoped 1. he wouldn't laugh and 2. she wouldn't fall. Both would completely shatter all hopes of him getting a lap dance or her showing her face to him for quite some time.

Speechless as she entered her bedroom, Tate just stared, mouth half open though he thought it was on the floor by now. Swallowing hard as she walked towards him, her hips swaying as she did so, his eyes raked slowly up and down her body. The white see through tank top she had on earlier had been replaced by a black lace bra, equally sexy to match the underwear he assumed. Completely forgetting about her drink until she leaned over in front of him to take it, his eyes automatically went to her cleavage, or the illusion of it. There had to be a God, he thought, otherwise who would have invented wonder bras?

"Don't turn around!"

Scolding her boyfriend as she walked past him and over to her dresser, Violet slowly chugged her Jack and 7, needing it to hit her quick if she was expected to seduce her almost lover. Setting the glass down next to her Ipod's speakers, she scrolled through the music, having already decided on a cliche song for the over the top night. Tonight she didn't have to be her regular old predictable Violet, tonight she got to be sexy and intriguing, two parts of her that Tate had definitely never seen. Picking rap (if it could be called that) with a fun beat, she looked at the length of the song and nodded, she could do a five minute lap dance. Starting "Bedrock," by .. probably half of the artists on the Cash Money crew, Violet stared at the back of Tate's head as she felt a little warm sensation hit her stomach. Finally.

I can make your bed rock, girl.

Trying hard to focus on not tripping in the highest heels she'd ever worn, like 4 inches was really an accomplishment, Vi reached down over his lap to grab the bottle of Jack. Taking a long sip from it, she took the opportunity to cringe with her man still not looking at her. Licking over her lips, the girl shook her head as she tossed the bottle over to the brown recliner.

I like the way you're walkin if you're walkin my way

Loosening up behind him, Violet reached over his shoulders, slowly dragging her hands up and down his hard chest. Would asking him if he worked out ruin the moment? Causing herself to laugh, she quickly stopped as she forced herself to continue. Resting one hand on his shoulder as she slowly sashayed around to stand in front of him again, she walked around almost full circle before lifting her heeled foot to the small space between his legs. The chair in front of her vanity made this a lot easier than that stupid recliner, although walking around a wider chair wouldn't cause her to be dizzy. Focus! Shaking her head, hair falling in her face, Vi reached down, brushing her fingers 'accidentally' over his lap before dragging her hand up her leg, ankle to thigh, snapping the top of the hosiery at the end. Ridiculous? Yes. Thankfully she was starting to get a buzz and was learning to not care.

She don't even wonder, cause she know she bad..

Turning around once her foot was back on the floor, she grinned as her eyes closed, focusing on the music as if it could give her some magic power to do this. Spreading her legs slightly as her cheeky underwear continued to expose itself to Tate. Swaying her hips, the fierce Violet somewhere hidden deep down was attempting to make it's appearance as her upper body rolled in rhythm to the music before arching completely over her boyfriend's lap. Sitting with just enough of her ass on his thigh to keep her from falling, a hand quickly grabbed his neck as she brought herself up, just barely brushing her lips over his. Standing up and returning to the back of the skinny chair before he could kiss her and completely throw her off, Vi took a quick second to discard the heels, there was no way, drunk or not, that she could dance with them on. She'd leave that for the real strippers.

Walking around to the side, pushing her hands up and down her thin thighs, Vi spread her legs, rolling her body in tempo before dropping in a crouched position on the floor, opening and closing her thighs before shooting back up. Spinning to stand in front of Tate, she grinned down at his beat red face before turning around, showcasing her ass once more before lowering it to his lap, carefully rubbing it over his jeans. If the bulge in his jeans weren't enough proof, his quiet grunting when she made contact spoke volumes of his approval.

She pose like it's for posters and I poke like I'm suppose to

Standing up before Tate wouldn't let her, Violet parted her legs again, leaning and stretching, hip to toe, her hand pulling his attention to her legs before returning to her ass. She was taunting him. Practically shoving her rear end in his face, bending, swaying, it was a new kind of torture. He wondered if the government used lap dances to get crucial information out of terrorists, if not they should. Licking his lips as he watched, Tate's head turned with each movement, drinking each twist and turn, finding himself on a new level of being turned on. He had already decided if this damn song didn't end soon he was going to have to throw the Ipod out the window and have his way with Violet.

As the song ended, Violet finished, her leg hiking up and over Tate's lap from her stance on his side, and sliding back onto his thighs to face him. Her grin was huge, full of pride and excitement with how amazed she was in herself for making it through that, and successfully turning her guy on. There was no smile on his face, however, it was almost scary just how animal-like he looked at that very moment. He didn't allow her time to react, to move, to be scared and leave, his hands were on her hips, forcing them down hard against him. Keeping one hand forcefully pressing down her body to his, the other shot up, grasping a fistful of her long hair. For once, he didn't care if she screamed out in pain, she'd eventually forgive him. Dragging her face to his, his kisses so rough he'd probably bruise the poor girl's lips, there was his moment to see if this God guy existed, and if he was going to help a kid out with not taking advantage of the current pickle he found himself in.

Dropping both hands to her fairly exposed behind, Tate grabbed it and lifted Violet as he stood up, evoking a gasp against his mouth in doing so. Shuffling across the wooden floors to the bed, he all but threw her down on it. Unbuttoning his shirt would take too much time, he quickly decided, pulling it and the t-shirt under it up and over his head, he watched Violet stare at him with a look that was either very confused or very frightened. Both enticed him. Shoving his jeans down at off, he quickly kicked them and his worn tennis shoes off before climbing on top of his girlfriend.

"If you don't want to have sex you're going to have to really stop me."

His warning was just that, a means of putting the reigns back in her hands despite his dominance clearly over powering hers. He knew no matter how worked up he got though, the moment she said no more he would be incapable of going forward. It would in no way be easy, however. Grabbing Violet's parted legs, he jerked her body down, hips hitting hips, bone against bone, Tate allowed most of his weight to press down as he grinded his aching erection against her body. The ease with which it slid amused him, maybe she should wear slutty panties more often? Hungrily kissing Vi, he continued practically dry humping the poor girl, entirely powerless under his larger body. Shoving his hands between her back and the bed to unclasp her flimsy bra and rid her of it, Violet rewarded him by stretching her legs up and around his waist, bringing both of their throbbing sexes together, only separated by barely there fabrics. Tightening her legs grip as they moved their hips eagerly against one another, she cried out first. The teasing was killing her and it had only just begun. Grabbing his biceps and digging her nails in as a weak attempt to rid herself of some of the frustration, she only got more worked up as Tate practically growled in her mouth.

This was probably the hardest decision she'd ever made. In her melodramatic, intoxicated state, thats what she believed. Sex or no sex? She quickly thought back to Tate's last refusal. He had assured her that her first time had to be special, loving, and gentle. Not out of rebellion, not just a fuck. She had to say no, then, there was nothing about this moment that was gentle, and if they were to have sex it would by far be rough and reckless. Amazing? Absolutely. Necessary? She figured the longer they held off the more explosive it would be by the time they actually did 'the deed'. Sighing against his lips, Violet reached between their bodies which had practically been glued together and pushed Tate's boxers down his sharp hips and partially over his thighs to allow room for his dick to come out and play.

"No sex."

It was as much of a dagger in her chest as it was in his, but they were on the same page mentally never the less. Digging her nails into his sides this time as his exposed member rubbed against her, Violet whined quietly as she squirmed underneath him. Feeling it hot and pulsating against her increasingly swollen mound made her really question her decision. Reaching down to push the pathetic excuse for panties to the side, she blindly gripped the shaft of his dick, her eyes opening wide to meet Tate's as she tried pushing the limits to the very end. Pressing the tip just between her swollen, wet folds, they both nearly seized at the brand new sensation. Gripping his side even harder, his poor skin was either going to be bruised to hell or break and bleed with her nails assault. Playing 'just the tip' was probably the most idiotic thing she could do, but she had to satisfy her curiosity. Finding her hips raising to position him in the perfect angle to slide entirely into her, she froze as the thick tip entered her and just as quickly pulled back, and dropped her hips back to the bed. In what world was that considered 3-fingers worth?

"Ow, okay really.. no sex."

Letting out a slow breath as she looked into his eyes lovingly for a moment, she couldn't help but lose the "I need to fuck you now" mindset and grew content with the idea of him getting her off any way he deemed fit. Carefully stroking her fist around him, Vi leaned up to quickly kiss her boyfriend, it was just as evident on his face that he was shockingly relieved they were going to actually wait. Did that mean there was a God? Kissing a little harder with each stroke, Tate groaned quietly against the girl's mouth as he came, staining her poor bed sheets in the process. Relaxing against her, he rolled to the side and closed his eyes.

"Excuse me? I'm not done." Her tone was pissed but amused, however that happened? Reaching to grab his hand, she glared at Tate's closed eyes as she forced his hand down the front of her panties. She could probably get away with just doing it herself, but that was besides the point. With a hint of what sex was going to be like, she wanted to prepare NOW. The sooner the better, because next time this situation came to play there was no way in Hell she was letting him stop.

"Alright, do whatever you have to do to prepare me for that beast."