Party Rockin' (Avalanche)

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Betsy and Lance quickly established that the next guy up on the criminal food chain lived in a swanky apartment building near Central Park with a doorman, (who seemed pretty used to the idea of taking bribes), and two body guards. After tailing them for a few days, they got a good idea of what their daily routines were, and Betsy was able to arrange running into one of the guards on his day off. She worked her particular magic, landing herself a date, which led to a second date, which eventually lead to casual conversation about they guy's employer. Betsy, pretending to be an NYU student, talked about how she'd always wanted to see the inside of one of those fancy apartments, and the guard invited her to a party the boss would be holding there the following weekend. Betsy feigned giddy excitement, and asked if she could bring along her gay roommate (she relished the idea of sharing that tidbit with Lance), since he was a huge Gossip Girl fan and would die for a chance to mingle with the upper crust.

With plans made to meet the man who would get them closer to their goal (hopefully), Betsy took Lance shopping. The night of the party, as she got ready in her room, Betsy realized how much she missed this sort of lifestyle. She missed fancy dresses and servants, she missed gourmet food and pricey wine. As a nod to this nostalgia, she put extra effort into her preparations, making sure her hair and make up were just so. They would have to take a cab to keep up appearances, which was a bummer, but she knew it was necessary. When she was satisfied with the final touches, she emerged from her room and slowly descended the stairs, enjoying the drama. She was dressed in a long, but form fitting black halter dress with a high slit on one side with a pair of dangerously high silver stilettos. Her hair fell in loose ringlets down her exposed back, though it was pulled back on one side by a white gardenia.

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Lance was certain he'd never been dressed better in his life. He'd gotten tremendous amounts of fun out of hitting the stores with Betsy (and her credit card) by his side. He wasn't a big fan of shopping (a habit difficult to acquire when one has virtually no money) but this had truly been a one-of-a-kind adventure for him.

Which made him look forward to yet another fun experience that the evening ahead had in store for them. He was somehow certain it would be fun.

All dressed up and even smelling of some sinfully luxurious cologne, he was waiting for Betsy downstairs, all impatience and foot twitches. When she finally appeared, she took his breath away.

"Oh my god," he said, shining a wide smile at her, "you really outdid yourself, didn't you."

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Betsy grinned at him. "I'd like to think so," she said, picking her newly acquired clutch up from the table at the bottom of the stairs. She gave him a spin, so he could take in the finished look. "So, you approve?"

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Most other guys would question the very need for someone's approval here, but Lance was egocentric to the point of excess. The way he saw it, his opinion mattered, without any doubt. "Oh yes," he grinned, "absolutely."

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Betsy stepped closer to him and rested her free hand against his chest. "You look pretty sharp, yourself," she said. "We better go."

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Lance thought of stealing a quick kiss, she was standing so conveniently close, but then glanced at her lipstick and decided against it. There'd be time for fun later and he was feeling generous to let her get away without any fuss over her make-up. "Yeah," he agreed. "The taxi is waiting."

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Betsy frowned at the prospect of riding in a common taxi, but turned around and exited the house anyway. Once inside the cab, she turned to Lance and asked, "Are you ready to stun the upper classes, gay roommate?"

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Lance stared at her and laughed in disbelief. "What??" He wasn't sure if this wasn't one of her British expressions - for all he knew, words meant different things across the pond.

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"Did you forget already?" Betsy asked in disbelief. "I told my friend, the guard, that you were gay. I didn't want him to feel threatened."