Five to eight and he picked up the phone, hitting the numbers with out thinking he called her.

RING RING RING RING!

" yeah?"

" hey james, you busy tonight?" lance said

" naw, why, you got some thing in mind?" james answered

" yeah, wanna come over, spend the night?" lance asked

" um, I have work early in the morning, how bout I just come over for a quick fuck?"

" sounds good" lance said as the line went dead..

At about eight o'clock the door bell rang and pietro ran to answer it. Standing there was a girl about 6 feet tall, with long messy black hair, wearing black leather pants, a ripped up old t shirt saying "drugs are rad" and a old pair of converse.

" JAMES?"

" hey there little buddy, been a while" james said walking into he house and following pietro into the living room.

" BEEN AWHILE? You don't like me any more and don't talk to me" pietro said being fake hurt.

" well you know how your father is, slave driver" james replied

" you two know each other?" lance asked

" oh yeah, james works for my father, his top little mutie, we worked to gether back when I was on the alcolytes, so what are you doing here jamesy?"

" I'm here to fuck lance"

" oh" pietro said laughing

" are we going up stairs? Or do all these lovely people get a show?"

" up" lance said slowly getting off the chair he was sitting on and leading james up stairs.

They made their way into lances room and he closed the door behind him. James jumped on him and pressed him against the door kissing him passionately saying, " I brought you a present" and pulled out a little baggie filled with white powder.

" now or after?" lance asked

"after" james said throwing him down on the bed.

LALALALALALALA

James rolled off lance, and poured abit of the baggie out on his dresser, pushing it into two thick lines,

" ladies first " she said as she handed lance a rolled up billed. He quickly snorted the line up and lied back in bed, james did hers and joined him.

" wanna go again?" lance asked as the coke hit him.

" hell yes sir" james said rolling on top of him.

Sooo lance and james. And cocaine

I've been writing this story on drugs and it seems to make me actually work…that and my Janis Joplin

YAY