It was almost nine when Spike and Connor arrived at the party. It was
at some local girl's house that Spike had known when he had lived in
Sunnydale. The house was crowded and noisy and everyone was walking around
with plastic colorful cups. Spike gave some guy ten dollars at the door and
they passed him two cups and what looked like a cigarette. Spike lit it,
took a drag, and handed it over to Connor. "Breath it in deeply."
The "cigarette" made Connor's head feel funny but he tried to ignore it as Spike poured what looked like Kool- Aid into his cup. "What is this?"
Spike took a sip and slid it around his mouth for a moment before answering. "Most likely cheep vodka."
Connor nodded and drank the mixture. He followed spike into another room with a bunch of people dancing and some really loud music. Spike talked to some girl for a minute and she pulled out a baggie from between her breasts and slid what looked like an aspirin onto Spike's tongue. Spike's eyes rolled back in his skull and he kissed the girl hard on the mouth and took one more pill in his hand. "Open up shorty"
Connor obediently placed the tablet in his mouth and within a few second got a warm rush over his body. He left Spike to find water but got distracted when some girl grabbed his arm and asked him to dance. Her touch was so intense Connor couldn't manage to keep his hand off of her and they danced until Connor couldn't see straight anymore and he desperately needed water. Somehow me managed to find his way to the upstairs bathroom and nearly tripped over Spike, who was lying on the floor and somehow hand his shirt off but the duster was still on. Connor couldn't get him to wake up and began to panic when he realized that it was definitely past eleven. Not knowing what else to do Connor pulled the phone his dad had gotten him out of his pocket and clumsily dialed. "Hello Lorne?"
"Connor is that you? It's eleven thirty. Where are you?"
"Lorne can you come and pick me up. I'm at a party in Sunnydale an-"
"Sunnydale! What the hell are you doing there?"
"Spike took me. Listen can you come and get us. He won't wake up and I'm scared can you please come and get us." Connor was nears tears at this point and just wanted to go home.
"Alright Connor calm down. I want you to wait right where you are until I get there. I'll call you when I'm close and I want you to take Spike with you and wait outside on the corner. If you can't get him don't worry about it he's a big boy. I'm on my way right now so stay calm."
"Thanks Lorne. Oh and Lorne?"
"Yes?"
"Can you please not call my dad?" At the Lorne hung up and Connor locked the bathroom door and resumed trying to revive Spike. Twenty minutes later Lorne called and said he was on the street waiting. Connor helped the now awake but very groggy Spike out of the house and dumped him in the backseat of Lorne's car and climbed in the front. Connor pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them as Lorne pulled away.
"What the hell where you two thinking. Trying to pull a fast one on Angel while he's trying to enjoy himself for one evening. One night. And you two can't obey yourselves."
"I'm really sorry Lorne. It got out of hand."
"Connor you're drunk! I thought the last time would have been enough for you. What else have you been up to? Somehow Spike doesn't seem drunk enough to have passed out."
"We shared a cigarette and I took this weird aspirin. That was it I swear."
"You did drugs! Oh thank the Powers that your father isn't here. Of all the things you could have done smoking pot and doing ecstasy doesn't seem like the best options here."
"Did you call my dad?"
"Is that all you're worried about? Him being angry with you. If he were here he'd be worried sick about you. That's all he ever does anymore is worry about you. He loves you more than anything and he trusted all three of us to keep you safe and we all let him down. We should all be ashamed of ourselves. And no I didn't call him only because I didn't want to ruin his night but you're kidding yourselves if you think you're not in trouble."
Connor was frightened. He had never seen Lorne this angry. Not even when he called him demon filth. The buzz was fading and so was his composure. The tears began falling down Connor's cheeks before he could even try to stop them. Spike had since woken up completely and had climbed in the front seat trying to comfort the now sobbing Connor. Lorne stair strait ahead until they had parked the car. Spike carried Connor up to his room and placed him on his bed.
"Go on spike. You've done enough here." Lorne swatted Spike across his backside as he walked out the door. Spike held in his annoyance. Lorne had covered his ass and gotten both of the boys home before Angel. Lorne shuffled through Connor's drawers and pulled out clean pajamas and underwear.
"Come on. You're dad will be home soon. Lets get you cleaned up before he comes in and busts us both." Lorne left the room as Connor dressed and came back with both the boy's pills and a damp washcloth. " Take theses and clean off you face. Climb into bed." Connor did what he was told and Lorne shut off the lights and left. Connor closed his eyes and fell asleep.
The "cigarette" made Connor's head feel funny but he tried to ignore it as Spike poured what looked like Kool- Aid into his cup. "What is this?"
Spike took a sip and slid it around his mouth for a moment before answering. "Most likely cheep vodka."
Connor nodded and drank the mixture. He followed spike into another room with a bunch of people dancing and some really loud music. Spike talked to some girl for a minute and she pulled out a baggie from between her breasts and slid what looked like an aspirin onto Spike's tongue. Spike's eyes rolled back in his skull and he kissed the girl hard on the mouth and took one more pill in his hand. "Open up shorty"
Connor obediently placed the tablet in his mouth and within a few second got a warm rush over his body. He left Spike to find water but got distracted when some girl grabbed his arm and asked him to dance. Her touch was so intense Connor couldn't manage to keep his hand off of her and they danced until Connor couldn't see straight anymore and he desperately needed water. Somehow me managed to find his way to the upstairs bathroom and nearly tripped over Spike, who was lying on the floor and somehow hand his shirt off but the duster was still on. Connor couldn't get him to wake up and began to panic when he realized that it was definitely past eleven. Not knowing what else to do Connor pulled the phone his dad had gotten him out of his pocket and clumsily dialed. "Hello Lorne?"
"Connor is that you? It's eleven thirty. Where are you?"
"Lorne can you come and pick me up. I'm at a party in Sunnydale an-"
"Sunnydale! What the hell are you doing there?"
"Spike took me. Listen can you come and get us. He won't wake up and I'm scared can you please come and get us." Connor was nears tears at this point and just wanted to go home.
"Alright Connor calm down. I want you to wait right where you are until I get there. I'll call you when I'm close and I want you to take Spike with you and wait outside on the corner. If you can't get him don't worry about it he's a big boy. I'm on my way right now so stay calm."
"Thanks Lorne. Oh and Lorne?"
"Yes?"
"Can you please not call my dad?" At the Lorne hung up and Connor locked the bathroom door and resumed trying to revive Spike. Twenty minutes later Lorne called and said he was on the street waiting. Connor helped the now awake but very groggy Spike out of the house and dumped him in the backseat of Lorne's car and climbed in the front. Connor pulled his knees up to his chest and rested his head on them as Lorne pulled away.
"What the hell where you two thinking. Trying to pull a fast one on Angel while he's trying to enjoy himself for one evening. One night. And you two can't obey yourselves."
"I'm really sorry Lorne. It got out of hand."
"Connor you're drunk! I thought the last time would have been enough for you. What else have you been up to? Somehow Spike doesn't seem drunk enough to have passed out."
"We shared a cigarette and I took this weird aspirin. That was it I swear."
"You did drugs! Oh thank the Powers that your father isn't here. Of all the things you could have done smoking pot and doing ecstasy doesn't seem like the best options here."
"Did you call my dad?"
"Is that all you're worried about? Him being angry with you. If he were here he'd be worried sick about you. That's all he ever does anymore is worry about you. He loves you more than anything and he trusted all three of us to keep you safe and we all let him down. We should all be ashamed of ourselves. And no I didn't call him only because I didn't want to ruin his night but you're kidding yourselves if you think you're not in trouble."
Connor was frightened. He had never seen Lorne this angry. Not even when he called him demon filth. The buzz was fading and so was his composure. The tears began falling down Connor's cheeks before he could even try to stop them. Spike had since woken up completely and had climbed in the front seat trying to comfort the now sobbing Connor. Lorne stair strait ahead until they had parked the car. Spike carried Connor up to his room and placed him on his bed.
"Go on spike. You've done enough here." Lorne swatted Spike across his backside as he walked out the door. Spike held in his annoyance. Lorne had covered his ass and gotten both of the boys home before Angel. Lorne shuffled through Connor's drawers and pulled out clean pajamas and underwear.
"Come on. You're dad will be home soon. Lets get you cleaned up before he comes in and busts us both." Lorne left the room as Connor dressed and came back with both the boy's pills and a damp washcloth. " Take theses and clean off you face. Climb into bed." Connor did what he was told and Lorne shut off the lights and left. Connor closed his eyes and fell asleep.