::Roger Klotz, the very rich and obnoxious bully of Boogerton Heights, stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on his closet door, checking out his black western attire. He sported a black hat resembling one Zorro would wear, pointed black boots, a smoke coloured low cut long sleeved shirt with a bolo tie, a black leather vest, and a pair of black jeans that were much tighter then he expected or remembered, but they would do just fine in any case.

Nodding in approval, Roger ran his fingers along his vest and smirked. "Ooh, Klotz, you look sharp!" he commented to himself. "This sure is gonna be one night to remember." Indeed it was for Roger had a date with Judy Funnie, the eccentric and moody sister of his "pal" Doug. Roger and Judy have been casually dating for a while now, but it was never serious enough to raise questions or eyebrows.

Tonight, however, Roger's plan was to finally take their relationship in a very big and bold direction. He constantly felt Judy's reluctant resistance to his advances, but perhaps he was going about those ways all wrong. Judy couldn't be bedded by a smart assed punk which Roger was just about every waking moment. She also wasn't impressed by phony prima donnas or someone who only pretended to have the same likes and interests she does. No, she liked reality in a person or really good play acting.

Tonight Roger was going all out in portraying a western character that was both suave and seductive, not to mention polite. He had to have her already for he was done playing games as his desires were constantly being teased by her. Judy was the type of person to bring someone to believe something was going to happen and then when the move would be made she would suddenly become distracted with something else. Roger was endlessly victim to those deeds so cruelly dealt out by Judy and tonight he hoped to turn those advances and teases into reality.

In just a few minutes he was going to be inside of his limousine heading off to Judy's house. He invited her a few weeks ago to join him in this huge country styled celebration a rich friend of his was having. The activities were to include hay rides, horse back riding, square dancing, and lots and lots of food. It wasn't exactly something he was particularly interested in, but he figured it would prove to be a different and hopefully romantic night out with the girl he was totally in love with. When he first mentioned the party to Judy she gave him such a look that he thought she was either going to laugh at him or shoot him down, but instead she graciously accepted.

It had seemed like forever for that day to arrive and now that it was here Roger was nervous, but yet so full of himself he didn't let his anxiety show. Roger leaned closer to the mirror to examine the slight moustache he was attempting to grow. It was there, though barely even noticeable, but he got the idea to grow one a little too late to make a difference now. Still, to him, it was acceptable. Smiling, Roger preened his tiny whiskers more and then smoothed out his vest and shirt sleeves getting more and more conceited over his looks. He puffed out his chest and smirked, "If Judy doesn't notice how hot I look then she is totally oblivious to the obvious." Roger blinked at his sudden use of big words. "Joeycookamonga, where'd that come from?"

"Roger? Roger, honey, the limo just pulled up. Are you ready?" his mother called from downstairs.

Roger scowled at being distracted from his self-admiring. However, a sly grin crept across his face as the thoughts of what was waiting for him flooded into his brain. "Oooh yeah," he gestured the okay signal to himself in the mirror then turned to leave his room. He then casually made his way down the stairs, the dull clunk of his boots echoing through the halls.

Edwina Klotz stood at the bottom of the stairs proudly watching her son. She was glad Roger was finally dating and showing interest in other items besides money or things associated with the usual rich scenes. Although the event Roger was going to attend this evening was being put on by a rich friend, it wasn't by far the same snob fest that is usually thought of for a gathering in a mansion. Roger, on the other hand, could care less what she or anyone else thought. Rich was rich in his opinion no matter what they did.

"Well, well, well, look at how handsome you are!" Edwina exclaimed, fussing over her son by straightening his bolo tie and brushing off any lint from his leather vest.

Roger wrinkled up his nose in a grimace and tried pulling from her, but she yanked him back. "Stop squirming and let me get a good look at you. My, your little girlfriend is sure going to bust her buttons when she gets a load of you!"

He winced, "Maa-ommm! Quit it! You're talking like a sap!"

Edwina just had to laugh. She knew how much Roger liked Judy and she knew how much more he liked being complimented, but like any young man compliments only sounded sappy when coming from their mother. "Well, you go and have yourself a good time. Just be on your best behaviour and treat her nice."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he then ducked a kiss she tried to plant on his forehead and he slipped out the door, down the steps, and to his white and gold limousine which was patiently waiting for him. Giving his mother a wave good-bye, Roger entered the limo and slammed the door. "Remember where we're going?" he snarled to the chauffeur while crossing his arms in front of his chest.

"Yes, Master Klotz," the driver replied, disinterested. Soon as the limo began to pull out of the drive way, Roger lapsed out of his tough guy mode and actually began to sweat. He was truly nervous about this entire thing and only hoped he could pull it off.

In the Funnie household things were just a little bit different. Judy, like Roger, was getting ready, but unlike the preening Roger she was more down to perfection and balance. However, like Roger, she was all decked out in blacks except for the pale blue blouse that was under her black suede vest. She also had on a short black suede skirt that went down to just above her knees and black suede boots that had little tasseled fringe on the sides. When Roger first invited her she almost said no because it just sounded so mundane and boring, but the more she thought about it the more she figured it might just be interesting.

Somehow, though, Doug found out about this little date and from that day all he did was torment his sister about it. He feared everything about her going out with the rich bully because he knew what bad news Roger could be. Judy and Roger seemed to have a relationship going on in the first place, but they never said much about it. They always were spending long hours alone, but when confronted by it they would either deny it or just give a nasty answer.

Judy sighed and shook her head as she began to apply some light make-up. Stupid people would never learn to mind their own business, she thought. Her brother could be so lame. Just then there was a soft knock on her bedroom door. "Come in," she snapped, slamming her hands on her dresser. "How can I ever get ready with all these interruptions?"

Almost as if on cue and as if he knew she was thinking about him, Doug opened the door and walked in. Judy groaned and rolled her eyes. "What do you want, Dougie? I'm trying to get ready for my outing!" she snapped.

"You mean date, don't you?" he replied under his breath. Before Judy had a chance to reply, Doug continued. "Ummm...are you sure this is a good idea? I mean you and Roger alone for so long and so late at night, I mean...ahhhh..."

Angrily grinding her blush brush against the soft powder, Judy answered, "Sorry to disappoint you, mother, but this is just a friendly little outing. Nothing more nothing less so just stop your preaching."

"Friendly outing? Judy, you're going out with Roger and he's anything but friendly! You should hear what he's been bragging about in school ever since you accepted this invitation. He's going on and on about what he's wearing and what his plans are for you. Trust me, Judy, this is not a good idea."

She shook her head and turned to glare at him. "We are just friends, Douglas!"

"Oh yeah? Then how come I saw the two of you making out by the side of his limo a few times when he'd bring you home at night? Is that what 'just friends' do now?"

She felt her cheeks suddenly redden. "You little snoop! Why I ought to..." she trailed off and stopped. He wasn't even worth the bother and besides she had to finish getting ready. "Nevermind...it's none of your concern where I go with Roger or what I do with him. Now, if you don't mind, please leave, I have things I must complete before he arrives."

"But, Judy..."

"Begone, twerp, or I shall not be responsible for my actions and will tell mom and dad you won't quit annoying me!"

With a defeated sigh Doug left Judy to her task. He almost felt like he was sending a poor innocent virgin into the clutches of a sinister dragon. Well, chances are after tonight she wouldn't be a virgin anymore, he concluded, leaning against the wall. Doug had heard a few comments made by Roger about this date tonight and Doug only feared the worst. He honestly didn't think Judy would allow things to go that far, but the kisses Doug had seen she and Roger involved in made him think otherwise.

Judy put the finishing touches on her make-up, grumbling angrily about the nerve her brother had in telling her she shouldn't be going out with Roger. "Annoying little plebeian thinking he can tell me who I can..." she stopped when she heard Roger's limo's trademark horn of La Cucaracha blare outside. "Oh great, he's here!" Hurriedly, Judy finished herself, grabbed her black cowgirl hat and sunglasses and bolted out the door hoping to get downstairs before Doug stuck his nose into any more of her business.

However, much to her dismay, Doug had already got to the door and had it opened and was trying to talk to an already very annoyed Roger who was no doubt that way due to Doug's stupidity.

"Step aside little brother, you have no place here. Now, begone!" Judy shouted as she stomped down the stairs.

"Yeah Funnie, am-scray before I forget I'm in the presence of a lady," Roger snarled giving Doug a rough shove aside to allow Judy her exit from the house.

Once on the stoop, she looked Roger up and down and smiled at him. "My, how striking you look."

"Yeah, yeah," he blushed and held his arm out for her to link with him. "Shall we be off then, my lady?"

She nodded and together they made their way towards the limo. Roger opened the door for her and helped her inside, but before he joined her he turned towards Doug, who was still standing in the doorway, and put his thumb to the end of his pointed nose and wiggled his fingers making Doug about fume for he knew what that hand signal meant. "Sayonara sucker!" Roger called out then climbed into the limo after Judy, slamming the door behind him. Doug shook his head and sighed and only hoped that his sister would be all right. If something happened, he would be there to support her, regardless if she came to him or not.

In the limo, Judy sat against the seat massaging her temples and saying a small mantra to calm her nerves. Roger, on the other hand, was just snickering as his mind had shifted to obnoxious bully mode, totally forgetting his true goal for tonight's date. "Heh, maybe we should just go back and annoy your brother for this. You know, teach him a lesson for interfering?"

"Absolutely not!" Judy cried and shot him a look behind her sunglasses that made him jump back against the seat. "You and I are going to that party and we will have a good time and not have to worry about my idiotic brother."

Roger flinched and shrank farther against the seat and looked out the window. They were only together for five minutes and she was already steamed at him. He then got an idea and thought that maybe impressing her with his subtle growth of whiskers would get her out of her foul mood. Leaning close, Roger said suavely, "What do you make of this, girly? I did it just for you for tonight."

Judy blinked behind her sunglasses and just stared blankly at Roger pointing at his upper lip. She furrowed her brow and reached forward with her thumb and index finger and deftly plucked out the single orange hair that seemed to stand out above the rest. "There, seems like you missed that nasty bugger while shaving. Don't worry, I got it for you."

Giving out a muted yelp, Roger clamped his hand over his mouth to stop the shout and curses he felt welling up in his throat. Instead he forced himself to mumble through clenched teeth, "What the heck did you do that for?"

She shrugged, "You missed a spot and I thought I'd get it for you. You didn't want me to do that? I would think you'd be grateful that I was looking out for your better interests. After all, going to a rich gala affair you have to look your best, n'est-ce pas? A rogue hair certainly would tarnish the sleek image you are trying to sustain for this evening."

Rubbing his sore lip, Roger nodded and shrugged at her. He couldn't believe she actually yanked a hair from him like that, but even though he was hurt physically and mentally now, something about her had a hold on him that always managed to keep him calm. If this were anyone else he would have certainly either clobbered them or told them off to the point of no recovery. Instead, Roger just weakly laughed and mustered up a phony smile. "Th-thanks, girly."

"No problem. Anything to help you keep your image," Judy stated with a sarcastic smirk and smoothed out her skirt. "So anyway, what was my dopey brother drilling you about before I got downstairs?"

Roger grumbled and muttered, "Eh, something about that I better take care of you at the party and to be on my best behaviour and junk. Then he goes and tells me something that he doesn't want to hear about me taking advantage of you or some other mumbo jumbo like that."

She looked at him and shook her head. "He's so interfering it's pathetic. If he only knew half the things you and I have done away from prying eyes he would probably have a coronary."

He snickered and nodded in agreement then leaned forward and gently touched the side of her face. "You're looking rather lovely today, I might add. I would have told you that sooner, but your goofball brother sort of blew that out of the water." He then paused, thinking of something, and then moved a little closer. "Let's give him something to talk about later, shall we?"

"Whatever do you mean?" she asked, but her answer came in the form of him lightly pressing his lips against hers. She blinked in surprise behind her sunglasses and almost protested, but something inside of her shut that part of her brain down and allowed her to kiss him back.

Boldly wrapping her arms around him, Judy let the kiss deepen and she felt him shudder in response. She hoped she didn't do the wrong thing by returning the kiss, but it was too late now. After all, she did not mind his closeness, it was just that she wasn't fully in the mood for any kind of passions at the moment and did not want this to go the way it sometimes would. When she felt Roger's fingers tighten on her vest was when she brought up her hands to his shoulders and lightly began to push him back to break off the kiss. Roger resisted for a moment before pulling back from her and leaning against the seat. "Wh-what's wrong, girly?" he panted, adjusting his hat.

Judy just shrugged and casually brushed at her skirt. "I would assume we are almost at the party and I wouldn't want us to get so wrapped up in osculating that we forget our true task at hand." That was the half truth. She did find it rather difficult to resist holding him and kissing him more, but at the same time she didn't want to encourage anything at the moment. Normally they'd do things like that on the way home from a date or in an area where they know they would not be disturbed. Going to an engagement wasn't exactly suitable for more then just mild affections.

Biting her lower lip to try and distract her mind from any further temptations, Judy turned to look out the window. Calm yourself, Judith, she thought, not quite sure why that kiss had an odd effect on her. They've kissed many times in the past, but none seemed to stir her like this one suddenly did. Brushing her auburn hair off her neck, she glanced back to Roger who was still leaning heavily against the limo's seat, his arms crossed in front of his chest and looking rather miserable. Leaning towards him Judy placed a light kiss on his cheek. "Listen, I'm not upset with you, but I will promise you that our time will come to carry on later. That I am sure of."

Roger seemed to perk up a bit more and he grinned at her. "Good, that'll give me something to look forward to then."

She blushed slightly and once again found herself looking back out the window to distract herself. The road they were now traveling down was now sparse in homes, obviously the rich district, but these homes seemed to have way more land, obviously horse country or perhaps cow pastures. "Where exactly are we?" she queried watching the passing fields.

"Beetsburg," he said with a casual shrug. "It's big on horses and stuff. I come here sometimes...where the party is being held I mean. The person that owns the ranch, Mrs. Keane, is a good friend of my mom and I go there a lot to ride the horses."

"You ride horses? Hmmm...well, this should prove to be an interesting night after all. As long as it doesn't turn out to be one of those mundane affairs with prissy people bragging about their money."

Roger snorted. "Would I invite ya to something like that?" Judy gave him a blank look and he put his hands up defensively. "Ok ok I mean, would I invite you to something like that dressed like this?"

"No, I suppose not. Still, I hope that this party will prove worthy of our time."

"Trust me, girly, it will be," he replied and felt a smile tug at his lips as Mrs. Keane's mansion came into view and the limo slowly pulled up to the huge iron gate. There was a dull metallic clunk sound and slowly the gates began to slide open allowing the limo to go up the drive and to the turn around in front of the mansion. So far phase one of his plan was working. They already engaged in a good kiss and Judy already admitted to him that things will continue later on. All he had to do now was carry on with what he was doing and with some luck those things would happen before the night was through.

To be continued...