Metropolis gleamed like diamonds in the late afternoon sun as the train pulled into the station. It never failed to make Conner's heart race just a bit to see the buildings silver and thin arching towards the sky, the dot sitting atop one of the farthest and tallest signifying the Daily Planet. The skyline of Metropolis had always looked like something out of a fairytale, and Conner hated himself for missing it so much.
The sky was so blue in Metropolis.
Stepping off the train, with one backpack of school work and another of t-shirts and underwear, Conner found himself on a busy platform. People crossed every which way to get to work, home, school. The energy pulsing through the concrete floor shook him after weeks of the drab, depressing sidewalks of Gotham.
A woman with bobbed hair, a neat skirt and crisp white shirt stood with a small dry erase board reading "Conner." He recognized her severe stare immediately. Despite almost five years away, Mercy hadn't aged a day.
"Mercy," Conner said, walking up the woman who looked at him disparagingly.
"Lex is expecting you to be ready for dinner," she said looking at his outfit. Lex would not be happy if Conner showed up in dusty jeans and a borrowed coat. Of course, Conner didn't care what made Lex happy except for how it affected Clark so he shrugged. He had long grown used to Mercy's clipped tone and judgement.
"Better get going then so I'm not late."
Typical of Lex, he had sent Mercy in a long, black Mercedes. It had six cup holders, a wine cooler, and several outlets that Conner used to charge his phone grudgingly. It would do him no good to lose his only lifeline to other people during his time at Lex's.
He shot Clark a quick: I'm here. Mercy picked me up.
He had read most of Clark's article on the train. In true Clark fashion the man had printed it out and handed it to Conner with a pen and a paper clip and an appeal to tell him what he thought of it. Conner had, despite himself, greatly enjoyed it. He couldn't remember half the names in the article itself, but he had learned all about Gotham PDs long standing tradition of being backed by the mob. And of the countless criminal abuses by cops that got overturned or overlooked by a court lined with people being paid off. It honestly made Conner furious. Which didn't help his mood going to meet Lex.
Deep breaths, he reminded himself.
Lex Luthor owned several buildings throughout Metropolis. LexCorp headquarters was the largest, and the top four floors of said headquarters made up the penthouse suite of the Luthor household. Amenities included a rooftop pool, a huge stainless steel kitchen, and of course, Conner had the third floor of the penthouse almost entirely to himself as a self contained suite.
Then there was the separate penthouse in the arts district for the ritzier events. The private home in Midvale. And several vacation homes in LA, New York, London, Paris, and Singapore. Conner couldn't remember a time as a child when he hadn't been whisked off to a new mansion every six months. He once even spent a month in Luthor's Smallville estate while Lex went off to do god knows what.
Of course, that had also been back when Lex hadn't let Conner out of his sight for a second.
The parking garage under LexCorp connected to an elevator that went straight to the penthouse. Mercy grabbed Conner's bags and the two of them made their way to Conner's wing of the house. The doors dinged open, revealing a wide, open floor, with a kitchenette and a living room. The living room faced floor to ceiling windows, and two doors led to Conner's childhood bedroom and play room respectively.
Mercy practically threw his bags onto the low, grey couch in the living room and stalked off with only a "Don't be late."
As she left, Conner took the moment to breathe as deeply as he could. The air smelled like AC and mint. He frowned and headed to his bedroom with his bags hoping to unpack.
T-shirts. His bedroom had been drastically renovated since his last time there. Where once he'd had a closet full of sports gear and childrens suits and clothes, now was a full walk in closet full of designer wear. His bed, once covered in a dozen pillows and stuffed animals and a bright blue comforter, was now dark gray, with silk sheets. To his ever growing distress he found that the nanny cams that had once been omnipresent in his childhood had been upgraded to genuine security cameras. Lex's ever obsessive need to keep an eye on him felt unsettling and he reached for the phone in his back pocket to reassure himself his connection to reality wasn't going to vanish without warning.
He threw his measly t-shirts in the drawer of the nightstand and then struggled with what to do next. He felt under dressed, even in his own room, so he moved on to the bathroom.
This too had been renovated. Black granite counter tops, a neat set of expansive razors, and more body scrubs and colognes than Conner had ever used. He grabbed the ones that looked the most colorful, and started the tub, one of the few amenities he genuinely felt grateful for. It was large enough that even at a hulking six feet he could still recline all the way back. Plus jet massagers.
After sweeping the room for cameras (he found none, but still didn't feel positive he hadn't missed something), he stripped and stepped into the water slowly, hissing at the heat, and sat back. He closed his eyes and tried to sort out what he would do for the next 48 hours.
Homework certainly. Or at least he'd try. Heart of Darkness might be more willing to reveal its secrets to his brain if the alternative was literally talking to the devil. He turned the dial by the tub all the way up, to the point the jet pressure was almost painful, but relaxation failed to come.
He had dinner tonight, but Lex hadn't yet told him anything else. If tomorrow was free he'd visit Roxy. And then maybe he'd hole himself up in his room all weekend.
A ding sounded through the room. It came from speakers that ran through the whole house, and meant dinner would be ready soon, and he sighed and got out of the tub.
His closet was larger than he remembered. A blue suit, with an Oxford shirt and skinny tie had already been picked out and hung by the door for him. Dinner with Lex was always a business casual affair.
Conner pulled it on, and looked at himself in one of the many mirrors along the walls of his closet. He looked stupid. Like someone had tacked a nice suit on a monkey. He tried to mess up his already wet hair and took off the suit jacket. He rolled up the sleeves of his probably very expensive shirt and didn't even bother with the tie.
He wandered back out to his bedroom and spotted Jason's jacket. The staff had already managed to come in and fold everything neatly on his bed for him and he tried not to let that bother him. It was their job. He was being paranoid. And jumpy. Still, the sight of the old brown thing, already worn away at the elbows, grounded him in a way the bath hadn't. He ran his hands over it. It still smelled like cigarettes.
He grabbed the jacket, pulled it on, and felt infinitely better for having it. He waited for the second bell.
Even as he stepped out of the elevator, the queasiness in Conner's stomach refused to quiet. He wondered if Lex would be terribly offended if he barfed. He stepped into the dining room, and tugged Jason's jacket tighter despite the perfectly reasonable temperature.
The dining room where Lex waited for Conner was infinitely large. The same floor to ceiling windows from Conners room ran all along the left wall. The floor was a beautiful, glossy white tile, and a long glass rectangular table sat as the centerpiece. The right wall was taken up by a large fireplace, which emitted soft heat and orange light in the late evening.
And at the far end of the table, glass already full of sparkling champagne, sat Lex Luthor.
Lex was tall, older than Clark, and bald. Even sitting he cut an imposing figure, though nowhere near Clark's lumbering size, in a white suit and dark grey shirt. He gestured with one hand for Conner to take a seat on his right. Conner sat at the opposite end of the table.
"Still difficult as ever, I see," Lex said, smiling, "And I had hoped your time in Hawaii would have softened your heart."
Conner stiffened, but decided on not speaking. Typically when he started speaking, Conner lost the fight.
Lex chuckled. "Very well then."
On cue, one of the kitchen staff emerged from the door behind Lex with several platters. Like all the staff on call, the server dressed in all black and wore no makeup. They moved like stagehands, almost invisible despite standing in plain sight. They set a plate down in front of Conner. Hot sizzling lamb, roasted vegetables, potatoes. Everything looked amazing. He started eating immediately. Lex said he had to come, not that he had to have manners.
"I suppose they're starving you over in Gotham. Rent is horrendous." Lex ignored Conner's ignoring him, and carried on conversationally in a light, easy going tone. Which pissed Conner off.
Lex took a delicate bite of his dinner, and seemed content to enjoy his meal and sip champagne as Conner ate in silence. For a moment Conner had the faint, glimmering hope, that maybe this would be it. Eat dinner awkwardly, go home.
Lex quickly crushed it. "Now that you're here, it's time to discuss this weekend's itinerary. I've taken the liberty of requesting a transcript from your school, we will be reviewing and discussing your future plans on Sunday, following a private dinner with several important people in Metropolis who I think you will come to greatly respect. We will also be touring Metropolis University. Privately, of course."
"What?" Conner gaped. He had no idea what Lex was going on about.
"Conner, honestly, chew with your mouth closed. You didn't think I was going to let your future fall to the wayside just because you don't live with me? Act rebellious all you want, but I'm giving you the best opportunities possible in the country."
"My future?"
"University. Internships if you want them. Jumpstart a career. You know I can afford it. If I didn't already have the connections."
"I'm just a junior," Conner felt like he might be slipping. It wasn't that he hadn't thought of his future, he just hadn't thought of, well, anything that wasn't saving up money to move into his own shitty apartment. College hadn't been on the radar. Neither had Metropolis.
"And Junior year grades go on your college application. Tell me, are you doing any sports?"
"I don't like sports teams…"
"Well you'll have to pick up an extracurricular of some kind. I can't carry you through the entire admissions process." Lex looked at him like he thought this was all very obvious and Conner was being slow.
Conner couldn't really think straight. "So...tomorrow?"
"Tomorrow Mercy will take you to tour Metropolis University. If you were here longer we'd be flying out to NYU and Stanford as well, but this will have to do. Any questions?"
"What's the catch?"
Lex laughed. "Always a catch with you Conner. We really should get you some therapy for that paranoia. By the way, when we're done here, there's an old friend expecting you in the guest wing." Lex stood to excuse himself from dinner, but as he headed towards the elevator, he paused. "And Conner. As much as I appreciate your...spirit. Understand that as the heir to LexCorp I expect you to be on your best behavior for the following two days. What you do in your private time, I do not care. But I would hate to have any negative impressions you leave with my contacts affect my decision to let you stay in Gotham."
With that cheerful note Lex left the staff to cleanup dinner. And Conner moved to the guest wing without much hope for what he would find there.
Entering the guest wing with trepidation, because honestly what old friend could possibly be waiting at LexCorp , Conner was ambushed by a face full of white fur.
"Krypto!" he cried, grabbing the old, mangy dog in a bear hug. Going on twelve, Krypto still jumped up to attack Conner with ferocious kisses.
"I'm sorry," Conner told the dog, "I didn't mean to be away so long. I know Lex sucks."
He brought Krypto back to his wing of the house, and murmured things to him about his life and about what a good boy he was.
He didn't have the heart to tell the poor thing he planned to leave again, but in the meantime, with Krypto sleeping at his feet and Jason's jacket hanging off the bed post, for the first time since arriving he relaxed.
Saturday Lex didn't show up to breakfast, and Conner ate in his private kitchenette. He'd evaded the staff and cooked subpar scrambled eggs and sorely missed Clark who had a habit of always having bacon on hand.
Despite Lex being out Conner had lived with him long enough to know not to do anything rash. He'd already found a camera under the were there to keep Conner in line, and he was sure there were a bunch he wasn't seeing. So he settled in and tried not to do anything incriminating. He wondered what Stephanie might be planning before the dance but pushed it aside to focus on getting through the day.
Mercy picked him up at 9AM for the trip to Metropolis University.
MU was gorgeous. The campus stretched several miles, with some parks and dining areas for good measure. A tram ran from one end of campus to the other. All the buildings looked new, and everything was laid out in a very careful grid.
Mercy went with Conner to the tour office, which seemed identical to all the others except for the giant B on the front, and spoke to the secretary behind the counter. Conner watched a bunch of families drift in. Multiple parents, several annoyed younger siblings, and nervous jumpy high schoolers gathered in the gently decorated lobby, until there were about twenty people.
Everyone filled out a name tag, and a college student wearing a red polo shirt with blue piping came into the room and started shouting.
"Hi everyone! I'm Richard, and today I'm super excited to give you the Met U welcome. Now can I get some hands, who here is coming in undecided?"
"Excuse me, Mr. Luthor," Conner turned to see, in all her tall blonde glory, Roxy Leech. The sound of the large tour group leaving faded away. "Are you ready for the tour?"
Roxy still stood taller than him, in a red polo shirt and cut off denim shorts. She grinned with the force of the sun and Conner felt weak with homesickness from just looking at her.
"I-Yes?"
"Great, right this way!"
Roxy led him out the door, away from the other tour guides. Mercy went with them, stopping just outside.
"I was told by Mr. Luthor to give you the opportunity to explore MU on your own. It's ten thirty now, I will return at noon exactly to take you back. Do you understand?"
At his nod, she stalked off, clearly not happy with letting him out of sight. Conner spun around to face the woman who was, for all intents and purposes, his sister.
She flung her arms around him, and cried "I missed you so much!" right as he said, "He probably bugged my clothes."
Roxy laughed. "That bad?"
"Worse. What are you doing here?"
Roxy grinned, indicating her polo shirt. "I'm a tour guide. And Lex Luthor specifically requested me. I thought you knew?"
"I had no idea. I thought I would have to sneak out tonight."
Roxy scowled, and looked in the direction Mercy had gone. "You might still have to. Did you hear that bitch. Noon? Is she crazy?"
"Roxy. "
"Sorry. So should we tour?"
Conner held out his arm for her to take. "Absolutely nothing would make me happier, Miss Leech."
"Then let's be off, Mr. Kent."
hr /
Roxy seemed determined to lead Conner through the most convoluted paths across the school. She found ledges to climb, hidden walkways behind buildings, and tunnels between food courts to drag him through. Conner saw a dozen tall, silvery, square buildings boasting "state of the art equipment". They went through a dining hall, which was walled entirely in glass making the sun glare truly horrible. And then they went down several pathways until he was sure they were lost. All the time Roxy asked him questions.
"Do you like school?"
"No."
"Do you have friends?"
"Yes. Her name's Stephanie. You'd like her."
"Do you like her?"
"No."
"Do you like anyone?"
"Why are you like this?"
Regular college students paid them absolutely zero attention, too busy rushing to class to do anything other than glare when they tumbled out of a narrow path between a large building Roxy said might have been an art building and a theater.
They took a brief trip through one of the towering dorm buildings. Roxy showed him her room. The rooms were cubes, with basic furniture and a shared bathroom between two rooms.
Eventually they ran out of both topics and things that Roxy thought were worth looking at. They wandered out of the dorms to a nearby park. It was round, smaller than it had looked from a distance, and with plenty of trees and benches to make for good sitting and talking nonsense to each other.
"I'm sorry I have to send you back," Roxy said, as they sat in the grass.
Conner shrugged. "It's ok. This campus is nice. Are you happy here?"
She nodded, playing with the blades under her hands. "They have a world class forensics and criminal justice program. It's amazing. I've already lined up a part time job doing dumb paperwork stuff at a police department not far from here."
"Detective Roxy Leech."
"Shut up," she threw some grass at him, but there was no heat.
"How's Clark?"
Once, this question might have set Conner off, spiraling him into a funk of a mood that would have taken days to subside.
"Clark's great," he said honestly. "Did you know he owns the X-Files on tape?"
Roxy laughed. "Why?"
"He still has a VCR. Sometimes we watch Buffy together. He cooks bacon all the time."
"Sounds like you get along," she said.
Conner nodded and laid back. Ironically just talking about Clark calmed some of his nerves about Lex.
"And he's ok with you? And you're ok with him?" Roxy asked.
"We're something. Definitely not as bad as we used to be."
"Good. I'm glad. At least someone's dad is stepping up." Conner rolled his eyes. He was going to ask after Rex, after all, he hadn't heard anything in weeks, but Roxy interrupted. "Don't look now, you've got an admirer."
So of course Conner immediately turned around.
Across the grass a boy with black hair and a canvas wound up awkwardly meeting Conner's eyes as he very obviously held up his paint brush in an attempt to measure something in the distance.
Conner jumped up.
"Conner!" Roxy said, "Play nice."
Conner walked over to the guy, who grinned at him, apparently not at all embarrassed for having been caught.
"What are you doing?" Conner asked.
"Admiring the scenery. though I have to say, the scenery isn't usually this lovely. You a freshman?" the guy said, and stepped back so Conner could look at the picture.
"He's in high school," Roxy said from behind him, and Conner tried not to feel disappointed when the painter noticeably deflated.
"Here for a look at the college life then?"
"Something like that." Conner shot a glare at Roxy for ruining everything, and she glared right back.
The canvas was huge, larger than Conner had realized. It was almost as tall as him. The boy had painted most of the park in gorgeous, stylized strokes, and front and center was a rendering of Conner and Roxy. It could have been anyone, of course, the two figures were sitting far from the viewer, but the girl had Roxy's wild blonde hair and sky blue eyes.
It would have been an amazing painting. Something you hung in a museum. Except for the giant mech the student had painted into the background.
"What do you think?" the student asked with a smug grin.
"I think...you've really captured the essence of this courtyard. The realism here is astounding, I mean it could really be a photo," Conner said.
The student chuckled. "I like you. Future art student?"
Conner shook his head. "I'm a terrible artist. I'm just here because my parents said I had to be." The lie rolled off his tongue a lot easier than it should have, and he tried not to let it bother him.
"I'm Kyle, I didn't catch your name."
"Conner. This is my sister, Roxy."
"Nice to meet you Roxy," Kyle said, turning to the girl in question, then leaned in and whispered, "I promise I will not flirt with your underage brother."
"You keep good on that promise or we'll have trouble," she said. "Do you always paint weeb shit?"
"I'm the worst kind of degenerate," Kyle confirmed.
Kyle was gorgeous. He looked a bit like Keanu Reeves, but more baby faced and with a less gangly build. He held out his phone for Conner and Roxy to see. It was full of anime and comic book fan art, but at a level that impressed even Conner, who knew nothing about art.
"You're very fun to paint though," he said, "Both of you. Sorry. If you don't want to be in it. I can scrub you out. I was getting bored of painting blades of grass."
"I have to admit, for a degenerate this is pretty great," Conner said. "Like, really."
"Thanks," Kyle said, "despite my obvious passion for oil painting," here he glared at his shiny canvas, "comics are my calling. You don't even draw a little?"
"I once tried to teach myself guitar, but that's as close to art as I ever got."
"Damn shame. Probably for the best though. Art is expensive. If you're around later today, tell your family to stop by the undergrad painting 20A show. It's free. Free food too."
"I'll consider it. For the food."
Kyle rolled his eyes.
"We should get going. It was nice meeting you Kyle," Roxy said, and grabbed Conner's arm, "Come on. Let's not make Mercy wait."
Asking to stay for the evening was decidedly more painful than Conner felt was reasonable. Mercy had tapped her foot impatiently and glared while Conner dialed Lex.
"I really like it here. There's an art show later. Can I stay?" Conner asked.
Living with Clark meant not really asking to do anything, ever, so the question sat awkward in his mouth as Lex laughed on the other end of the line.
"I take it you were glad to see your friend?"
"Yeah, well you could have told me. How did you know she was here?"
"It would have ruined the surprise. I have my ways. I'll waive our dinner for tonight. Enjoy the campus nightlife. Be home by eleven PM or there will be consequences."
"Yes sir." The old training resurfaced easily. Too easily. Conner could feel pieces of his brain clicking into place that hadn't been used in years. Lex was playing nice. Lex was making this easy for him.
If it kept up, he could almost imagine staying.
The hours Conner spent with Roxy were the highlight of the trip. He told her about Tim, and the vampires, and she promised to take him to go find some wooden stakes after dinner if he promised to tell her how his vampire hunt turned out. They also talked about Jason, and Stephanie.
He accompanied her back to her dorm, and the two killed time before the art show by doing laundry.
"So you made friends?" She said, sounding hopeful as she tried to move her wet clothes from the dorm washing machine without dropping it on the floor.
The building had a laundry room in the basement with maybe half a dozen machines, grey concrete floors, and no AC. The room managed to be muggy even in the middle of fall.
"Yeah, I guess. It's kind of weird. We don't talk to each other much. About anything important."
"Gotta give some to get some, I guess. And how are you feeling after, you know?"
She tried to look nonchalant, but failed, and Conner scowled.
"We don't have to talk about this."
"Kay fucked you up good, Conner."
"I'm fine. "
Roxy said "Sure," and didn't push it, but they fell silent awkwardly after that.
"How's Rex?" Conner asked, trying not to feel as bad about it as he did.
Roxy smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "Rex is gone. I'm trying to forget him."
It would probably be better if Roxy forgot him. Shitty parent that he was. But Conner didn't like the way Roxy leaned against the dryer after starting it, and let her head fall back like she thought the ceiling held the answers.
Cutting people out had always been easy for Conner. People like Lex Luthor made sure of that. Roxy not so much.
"Remember when Rex got me drunk for my fifteenth birthday."
Roxy snorted. "You weren't drunk, you were dying of alcohol poisoning, hun."
Conner took a seat on the machine opposite her. "He tried to teach me basketball, too."
"You were good, if I recall."
"It wasn't so bad." Conner said. He looked down, as Roxy looked at him with startling blue eyes. "Living with you guys was the best time I ever had. Hand to God."
She hopped off the machine. "Listen, Conner, sweetie." She touched his hand. "You were the best thing that ever happened to us. Don't worry about Rex. Things will be fine. If it weren't for you I wouldn't even be here right now."
"Thanks," Conner said, voice small. Smaller than he meant it to be.
Roxy pulled him into a hug.
Kyle's show was being held on the arts side of campus, and Roxy lead him there, talking the whole way about MUs award winning criminal justice and forensics programs.
They arrived at a tall building with a huge lobby. The glass doors were open to the public, with a large glittery sign declaring it Undergrad Quarterly Show. Conner and Roxy looked painfully under dressed in their jeans but they walked in anyways.
All around the walls hung paintings of enormous size. Many were landscapes of varying locations in Metropolis. Tons of students, professors, and general passerbys stood ogling various pictures. Someone had painted a rainy street so realistically Conner wanted to lick it. Roxy pulled him away from the canvas with force.
"But it's shiny-"
"No."
It took them an absurdly long time to find the snacks. Cheese, crackers, and wine were set out on a small, round black table in the back of the room.
"This is the deepest betrayal." Conner told Roxy as he stared at the refreshments, "I swear to you I had no idea. If I ever find this man. He will pay."
"How about if I pay for your pizza instead."
Conner jumped.
Kyle appeared behind them with his model good looks and a grin that said this had all somehow been a part of his plan. He looked good in black skinny slacks and a dark green button up shirt.
"Sorry for the free food bit. I kinda figured you weren't a fine cheeses guy, but hey, more the merrier with these shows." Kyle reached between them for said cheese and popped it into his mouth whole. "Welcome to the fine art world. Sucks don't it? But I know the cheapest twenty-four hour pizza place if you want to bounce with me in," he faked looking at a watch, "twenty minutes."
"What's in twenty minutes?"
"Nothing I just wanted to show you something first."
Kyle grabbed Conner and Roxy and dragged them across the room, through a crowd of mulling people, towards a large group gathered around a very tall painting.
"Excuse me, artist coming through," Kyle said, until he pushed to the front of the crowd and revealed his master work.
The six foot high canvas that hung on the wall was the same from earlier, full of more explosions, certainly, but still with the mechs and the small figure of Roxy at the front. And one change.
"Am I piloting the mech?" Conner asked, laughing.
"What can I say, you are my muse."
"That's amazing," Roxy said.
"That'll be two-thousand dollars." Kyle said, turning expectantly to Conner. On seeing his face Kyle laughed. "Kidding, kidding. This is easily 15,000 dollars worth of work I wouldn't sell it to you if you threatened my life."
"I'll take it." Conner said.
Kyle laughed.
"I'm serious."
There was a beat of silence where Kyle looked uneasily at Conner, then at Roxy, who shrugged, then at the crowd and back to Conner.
"Uh. You can have it for free dude. Fine art is a scam. I did this for class."
"You said this was easily fifteen thousand dollars."
"Well, yes but-"
"Pay for my pizza later and we'll call it even."
As Kyle stuttered to figure out how to respond, Conner was already reaching for his wallet.
"You'll call if you hear anything?" Conner said, dawdling outside the pizza parlor with Kyle and Roxy. Kyle had, as promised, paid for everything, and hadn't calmed down about Conner being Lex Luthor's kid for the last hour and a half.
Roxy gave him a watery smile, clearly trying her best. "I will. I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too," Conner said.
Mercy honked from the car idling on the curb. Conner ignored her.
"Make sure to apply here," Kyle said, "You've bought my friendship for life."
"Send me your weird weeb paintings whenever," Conner said, "I'm sure Lex won't mind."
He said a final goodbye to Roxy, and at Mercy's second honk, finally turned to go home.
Conner arrived home to an empty house. The lights were off, the staff likely asleep, and he had always personally theorized that Lex didn't sleep in the house, but in a secret bomb shelter under the building. A theory yet untested, but still.
He used his brief freedom only to trudge to his room, feed and water Krypto, and collapse on his bed face first.
Today had been, quite possibly, the best possible day he could have had while at Lex's.
His phone rang in the darkness of his room, screen lighting up, and he groaned even as he reached to answer it.
"What?" he said into the speaker.
"Conner," came Stephanie's frantic voice, "Oh my God, you are not going to believe what happened tonight."