Burn It To The Ground [Chip/Lilah]

[Charlie Potts]

"Alright, just around here, blondie..."

His voice quiet against the silence of the deserted streets, Chip led the delightful Miss Lilah along the sidewalk from the alleyway between the gym hall and the boarded up jewellery store, Pride Rock - which he had been responsible for wrecking only the previous night. He would've stopped a moment just to admire his work, but given that he was only free on bail - and he was standing at the crime scene, at night, carrying a huge petrol can - then it probably wasn't the brightest of ideas.

Glancing to his companion as he felt the strain of the petrol can bog him down a little, he hitched it up with his knee and grabbed onto her hand with the one that was free - after all, the cool air must have got to her, since she was staggering along in his wake. He had to admit, illuminated under the glow from the streetlamp and even when her eyes were lolling around under the influence of the weed, the sight of her was rather breathtaking. He had been surprised by her willingness to try the spliff he'd offered, let alone her actually agreeing with his plans to destroy one of Faraway City's most sacred buildings. Well, it's a good thing he had no beliefs, especially for what they were about to do. No beliefs meant no regrets.

As the old building loomed over them, casting them in further shadow, Chip directed the girl down a side lane and set the petrol can down as he began to jimmy open the door with his switchblade. These old locks were easy to pick. Being streetwise, he knew most of the little crevices and passageways - most providing a good enough hideout from the cops in the past. Pushing the tatty old door open with a creak, he picked up the petrol can and ushered his lady inside. Stopping underneath the flickering glow from a candle bracket someplace above them on the wall, he looked to Lilah, scrutinizing her before smirking broadly. Man, was he stoned.

"You sure you're up to the task, baby?"

The last thing he needed was for her to turn the table on him and run off. He wasn't trying to get her into trouble, the idea had just come to him...like it wasn't even from his own mind - and Chip had done some crazy shit in the past. Pulling her along, he led her down past the confessional booths and out onto the main floor of the old chapel. The silence that lingered was eerie, and not once did Chip feel at home. It was probably a good thing they were going to burn it to the ground.

[Lilah Wolfe]

"Coming." She said, ignoring the fact that he'd just called her "blondie". It wasn't very appreciated, but she wasn't sober enough to care at that moment. She took a brief second to take a peek at Pride Rock. It was all boarded up, and there were stray bricks laying on the sidewalk. She laughed a bit too loudly. "Wowwww, Chippy. You sure did fuck the place up, didn't you?" She started laughing harder, and stumbled, tripping all over the place. She stopped in her tracks for a moment or two once he grabbed her hand, looking down at both hands that were now connected. Her head tilted to the side as they began to move on towards the Chapel. He really was cute, wasn't he? The way he.... looked like he was about to drop that huge can thing he was carrying. It was adorable.

She had to suppress a smile. Though she was reminding herself in the corner of her mind somewhere that she didn't like this guy. She briefly wondered why she'd agreed to burn a Chapel down with this guy she barely knew, or moreover, why she'd even considered going to Las Vegas to have a shotgun wedding. It was like she couldn't even control it. The thought had come out of the blue, and when Chip suggested they burn a place down, she didn't even think of refusing. Wow, I'm as fucked up as Pride Rock. She thought to herself, smirking as she did so.

Lilah watched as he picked the lock of the door, again, not very surprised that the task seemed to come to him with ease. She wished she knew why the bad boy image was so appealing. But it was. Whether or not she liked the guy..... Which she didn't. Thank you very much. Chip finally got the door open, and he directed her inside. She hadn't been in the Chapel many times, but she'd always thought it was pretty. So, this being the last time she'd see it, she looked around the sanctuary. It's high arches and pretty ceiling paintings were gorgeous. Such a shame we're burning it down. She shook her head solemnly.

"Even if I wasn't, I came all this way, didn't I? I'm not going to turn back now. Getting here was only half the fun." She told him, smirking as he dragged her along to the main floor. "You know. All this candlelight, and the fact that we are about to commit a felony makes all of this really romantic." She paused. Did she just say that out loud? She chuckled slowly. "Ha. Effin drugs are making me an idiot."

She could barely admit to herself that she honestly agreed with the statement she just said, and in no way would she admit it to Chip. "You know. It'd be romantic if I was with someone I liked." She looked around nervously. Drugs... What a nuisance. "Anyway, Chippy. Let's get down to business, eh?" She grinned widely. Was this going to be entertaining, or what?

[Charlie Potts]

Catching her remark, his face relaxed a little into an amused smirk; well, she really was quite the little fireball, wasn't she? That was hot, and even although he convinced himself that he didn't like her or her attitude, he was far from saying no to her. She was just too much fun to be around, especially when he was pulling her leg. He had been surprised to see the hesitation upon her face as she observed the inner workings of the grand chapel, appearing enchanted by it's structure and art-work. After all, wasn't she a gangster's baby-girl? And he thought she'd be the one carrying the petrol can for some reason.

"Well, as long as you're sure", Chip began with a sigh of triumph, as all seemed to be going to plan. There was no one else in sight, save for the two of them. Perfect. He bore a bemused expression as she said the word "romantic", his breath hitching in his throat, causing him to cough a little in surprise. When she laughed, blaming the drugs however, he smirked - yeah, right. If that was true, then he was Mickey Mouse himself. As far as he could remember, she hadn't done that many spliffs tonight - not nearly as much as he had. Unless of course, she was a newbie when it came to drug-taking.

"Alright, quit yer yappin'...let's get on with this thing, and then we can discuss dates, or whatever it is you chicks want."

He opened the petrol can, setting the lid down and kicking the thing over, listening to the gushing of the liquid as it spilled from inside, swamping the stone floor and soaking up in the rich fabric of a long rug. He raised his brow at Lilah, waiting patiently for a second before holding out his hand for the box of matches he had stowed in her pocket on their way over.

"Matches? Or do you wanna do the honors, baby?"

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah glanced over to Chip's general direction. She'd noticed his surprised sounding cough and smirked. Had he been embarrassed by that statement, or? Either way she silently giggled to herself. At least until he mentioned something about dates. She rolled her eyes, and had to stop herself from walking over to him and slapping the crap out of him. Hadn't she said she didn't like him?

She couldn't stride over to him though, as he'd already started emptying the petrol onto the floor of the church. She settled with glaring over at him. "Remember that I still don't like you, no matter what's coming out of my mouth." She paused for a moment, watching the fuel soak into everything in sight. They'd be lucky if this place didn't explode once they lit fire to it. "No dates." She mumbled to herself, not expecting Chip to hear it. She was half zoning out by this point. She blamed the drugs, but it could be anything.

She didn't snap out of it until she heard Chip ask her for the matches that he had given her before they got to the Chapel. She dug around in her pocket, retrieving the matches and holding them out to Chip. He asked her if she wanted to do the honours, and she wasn't quite opposed to doing so. "I don't know, you seem like you're quite learned in doing things like this. Maybe you should do it." She smirked. He was the one that single-handedly brought down the home of the Lion Bling. So she figured he had done stuff like burn civil buildings down on more than one occasion.

She handed the matches off to him. "This is going to be fantastic." She couldn't imagine how proud her father would be once he figured out she'd helped burn down a local monument, but she could she the pleased look on his face now. Tears in his eyes and all. Suddenly, she heard a noise coming from the door. Seeing it open, she began to get really nervous.

"Excuse me! What on earth are you doing in here?

It was the priest. Damn. She looked over to Chip, wondering what he would do. She couldn't kill a priest that hadn't done anything to her morally.

"Shit." She whispered under her breath.

[Charlie Potts]

"That's alright baby. I don't like you any more than you like me, but I'm sure you'll warm up to me once this place goes up in smoke."

Chip shook his head against her annoyed stare, stepping carefully around the spillage to join Lilah and making sure not to step in any of it. Of course, once the match was lit, it didn't really matter if either of them got covered in the petrol - the place was going to burn, and it was going to burn fast. So they'd have to be fast, too. He turned his head to silently determine the distance between where they stood now and their escape route, before eyeing the box of matches as Lilah turned her pockets out.

"Yeah, but being the daughter of the "Big Bad Wolfe", I figured you'd want the credit and all. Make daddy proud", he began, a little disappointed at her lack of participation in the event. Shrugging however, still high as a kite as a low, gruff laugh fled him, he took the box and brought out a match. "Fine. Let the expert show y'how it's done."

He had been on the verge of striking the match when a high but polite voice carried it's way around the room from a foreign body. Slipping the matches back into the box as the Priest began to make his way towards them, he sideglanced at Lilah but grabbed onto her hand, leading her towards the holy man - well, they had to keep him from noticing the damage, didn't they? He wasn't one for killing people just yet - regardless of how reckless an individual, he wasn't that low. So instead he wracked his brain for an explanation. Chip was a cunning liar.

"Sorry to disturb you, Father. But well...this is kinda embarrassing...", he looked to Lilah and gave a nervous chuckle, then back to the man. "I...well my girlfriend and I...we...we're celebrating our anniversary of four years and we wanted to find someone who might consider ... marrying us here tonight."

He didn't even dare chance a look at the blonde to his side just yet.

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah glanced over at Chip as he grabbed onto her hand and lead them down to the man. She wasn't sure what his plan was, but obviously he had one. He probably would have made a run for it had he not. She was mostly worried about being sent to prison. She might have been second in command of a big gang, but she wouldn't want to go to prison. She couldn't imagine what that would do to her physical appearance. She was pretty! Prison would screw her up.

They made their way to the Priest, coming to a stop in front of him. Lilah could see the questioning and condemnation in his eyes. Lilah just smiled widely at him. No reason for her to be afraid of him. She killed more people in her life than he'd questionably molested. She nodded her head while Chip spoke. Sure he was talking about how it was their anniversary but.... WHAT? Had he just asked the Priest to marry them?! Mother of God. No priest in their right mind would marry them. Right?

Marry you? This late in the evening? Well, well. I guess love knows no time, does it children?

Lilah had to keep herself from puking, or killing Chip. She wasn't sure which one would come first. "I guess not, Father." She said, glancing over at Chip and feigning the look of love, batting her lashes and what not. She was making mental notes to destroy him later. It looked as if the priest was actually considering this. She couldn't believe it. She dug her nails into Chip's hand. Did he really have to go with marriage?

Well, there are always a few tests that must be done before hand, but as it seems that you two are... The priest seemed to be giving them the once over. He could probably tell they were high. Or maybe he was just mistaking it with love? Lilah'd heard it was the like the same thing. Not that she'd ever experienced either. desperate to have this union come to be this evening, I do believe that I can oblige.

Lilah felt faint. She actually stumbled backwards, but luckily didn't fall. She looked over at Chip, putting on a fake smile that seemed almost deadly. "Well, isn't that lucky, darling?" She lowered her voice, making sure he knew she didn't approve of this plan. Great. She was marrying some guy she just met. Perfect

The Priest looked excited. What the hell? Ah, what a glorious day when two young lovers decide to wed. Lilah had to fight back a laugh.

[Charlie Potts]

"Ouch!"

Feeling nails dig sharply into the back of his hand, Chip forced himself to bite down on his bottom lip to prevent another yelp from getting out; damn, was she pissed! He glanced at Lilah for the first time since his lie - a slow but cheeky smirk pulling at his lips as he gave a small shrug - before looking over at the priest as he began to speak. Was the barmy old codger actually going to approve this idea? Wasn't he going to kick them out? Chip mentally smacked himself now for making up such a lame excuse for their being in the chapel - he didn't actually think that the old guy would swallow it. It was more to piss Little Miss Lilah off than anything.

"Oh well um...yeah. I mean we're madly in love. Aren't we, sweetcheeks?", he said, deciding that since they were lying, he might aswell play on it some more for her benefit. "We just can't stop kissing each other, Father. And then she writes me these little love notes that just ... make my heart melt."

Chip chuckled uncharacteristically to the Priest, who joined in, then smirked at Lilah again when the old man was busy yapping on. He should've went to acting school - he was a natural at this. Trying his damnest not to burst out laughing then and there, Chip forced a grin onto his face - which flickered slightly as the Priest led them to the alter. But then the idea struck him! They had to have a ring, right? No priest in their right mind could marry them without that, surely?

Making a show of feeling around in his pockets, glancing to his "fiancee" and then the Priest, he turned them out, failing at first to realize that something hard had fallen into his palm.

"Oh, well, would you look at that? I forgot the ring...I guess we should just w-"

Chip paused, opening his palm slowly and gaping down at what was there, a look of horror upon his face. A clear cut, obviously expensive diamond band which stared back at him, twinkling eerily up at him. It must've been a souvenir from his joyriding stint at Pride Rock, the night before. The blond boy turned white, head spinning slightly. Thank you karma, for biting me in the ass!

[Lilah Wolfe]

"Truly, madly, deeply." She said, glaring at Chip while the Priest's back was turned. He'd pay for this later. She had to stop herself from upchucking on the Priest when Chip mention something about her writing him love notes that made his heart melt. "It's true. I've written him one everyday since we've known one another." She said, fluttering her eyelashes. She joined in chuckling with Chip and the Priest, but her's sounded a lot more dark. You could almost see the fire in her eyes. She was mad.

She couldn't believe this was happening. Chip was dead. He was so dead. They were going to get freaking married! And all because of some stupid plan to burn down a chapel. After this, she was going to mass every day. She couldn't risk it. After something like this, who wouldn't believe God was real? She made a whining noise that came out like a squeak. This would kill her father. Well... At least she wouldn't have to deal with that issue herself.

Well then. I guess we should get to the holy union. I don't need you two lovebirds waiting any longer to be together forever.

The Priest looked positively enamored with the idea of two young adults happening to be in the chapel late at night asking to be married. How disturbed was this guy? Mother of God. She wanted to die. She glanced over to Chip as he started turning out his pockets, giving him a confused look. Then she realised that Chip was mentioning something about not having a ring. She got what he was meaning. This was going to be their means of escape! They wouldn't have to get married after all! Lilah wanted to sing.

When he paused, Lilah began to get nervous. Her nerves only grew to a terrible height when he opened his hand, and a ring was sitting in it. Her eyes grew wide and frantic as she looked at him for some kind of explanation. It was almost like the idiot planned this whole thing as a joke. But then she remembered that he'd smashed into Pride Rock, and he probably took the damn thing from the rubble. She gave him a murderous look.

Ah, you have the ring! And how lovely it is! Young sir, you've done well for your lady!

Lilah smiled brightly over at Chip. She should be in Hollywood, she was much too good at this. She did admit, the guy had great taste in Lion Bling. The ring was freaking gorgeous. At least she'd get to wear it for an hour... or two. "It's perfect." She said in a mock, breathy voice. The priest smiled, obviously very pleased with all of this. He was a very sick man.

Alrighty then, turn to one another. We should begin with the nuptials now. Lilah did as he said, turning to Chip, that murderous look still upon her face as the Priest began.

Dearly.... couple... We are gathered here today in the midst of... God....

Nausea... It was coming.

[Charlie Potts]

Chip's blue eyes flickered over at Lilah and couldn't believe that she was still going along with the entire thing; what was that? Did she want to get married or something? He half expected her to smack him as soon as the Priest began to conduct the brief little "ceremony." Knowing her, with her fiesty attitude, she was saving that for the honeymoon. Bracing himself, he stared at the priest, speechless and then his mind drifted for a second to their original plan; the guy must've been high, too. He hadn't even noticed the lovely mess they'd made of the long rug.

"Now repeat after me: I ...", the Priest began, before looking to Chip and whispering. "...your name?"

"I...It's Charlie. She's Princ--uh...Lilah", mumbled Chip, feeling a bit queasy now as he looked across at Lilah and pinched his arm a couple times on the same spot until it became numb.

"Okay, now repeat: I Charles, do take Lilah to be my lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. Til death us do part."

Chip stared, flabbergasted, before looking over at the woman he was about to marry. This was insane! And yet, he found himself unable to back out of it. He was about to say something about there being no witnesses, when the Priest called over a young couple - both who were quite clearly just finished getting up to other things in the confessional booth - and asked them to be witnesses, to which the pair - both of whom were also out of their minds - agreed. FUCK!

"Well, Charles?", the Priest urged him.

Snapping back to reality - or what should have been reality, because quite frankly he had no idea what planet they were on right now - Chip gulped.

"I Charlie...do take Lilah, to be my l-lawful wedded wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. Til death us do part..."

"Well done...and the ring?"

Hearing the drunken girl witness stifle a sob, Chip glared slightly, then stepped towards Lilah, taking her hand in his and shakily placing the diamond onto the appropriate finger. Well, maybe it wouldn't be a long marriage; he planned on either throwing his bride off a bridge or chucking himself off instead after all of this.

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah was sure that she gagged on something. It was probably her own bile rising up to her mouth. She didn't want to get married! Let alone to Chip She couldn't help but hope she was having a nightmare. Really, what else could it be? The night started out fine. Then she had to take those damn drugs from him. God, she hated herself for that. Now she was standing in a chapel about to marry this guy she just met. This. Priest. Was. Mental. Was he high too?

She listened as the Priest continued on with the ceremony, asking Chip for their names. She didn't miss the fact that Chip had almost called her "Princess". She rolled her eyes. It was almost as if he'd forgotten her real name, which was an option. The priest then brought out witnesses. They seemed to come out of nowhere. Great Lilah thought. Now the marriage was legal and binding. That could've been their easiest way out.

Vows. Dear God, he was saying vows now. This was really happening. Lilah started tapping her foot, she was getting anxious.

Okay now young lady, repeat: I Prinlilah, do take Charles to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. Til death us do part.

Lilah couldn't believe what she'd just heard. That crazy priest just called her Prinlilah! She glared at Chip. He couldn't just say 'Lilah'. No. He had to go and say her name was "Prinlilah". He'd pay for that. See if she ever stopped calling him Chippy now. She cleared her throat, making sure it didn't break from the anxiety. "I... Prinlilah." She paused to glare at Chip once more. "Do take Chip, to be my lawfully wedded husband. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health. Til death do us part."

The priest asked for the ring, and Chip took Lilah's hand and placed it on her finger. She glanced down at the diamond, the sobs of the female witness being drowned out because she was getting lost in the sparkles of the ring. Damn, was she glad she chose to marry a thief. The fact that it wasn't wanted by either of them didn't matter to her. Maybe once they divorced, or whatever, Chip would let her keep the ring. Not that she thought he would.

The ring for Chip? The priest asked. Lilah looked at Chip briefly, wondering if he had another ring in that pocket. She turned toward the Priest. "Uh, no. We don't believe in that kind of thing." She shook her head, turning back to Chip and shrugging slightly.

Ah. Alright then. Understandable. Well. I guess by the power vested in me, by the land of Faraway, I now pronounce you Husband and Wife. He turned to Chip with a twinkle in his eye. Dear mother of God. She wanted to barf.

You may kiss your Bride, Chip. Yup, Lilah was most certain going to barf soon.

[Charlie Potts]

He may kiss the bride?

Kiss. The. Bride?

Chip was reeling from the shock of it all, but seeing as this was probably the best part of the whole agreement -if you could call it that, given that they hadn't even discussed the idea of dating let along being married - he seemed to forget all about the whole "bride" part, and instead focused on her plump, heart-shaped lips. Their delicate pink tinge seemed to lure him in even more now. Shuffling a step towards her, he hesitated before curling his arm around her slim waist and pulled her in - like he had done at the Poison Apple on the night they'd met. His lips met with hers and he kissed her passionately, deepening the clinch until a few moments passed and he drew back.

It was official.

"Prinlilah" was his wife. He should give up the drugs now, because if this wasn't a sign that he was going crazy, then he had no idea what was. As the priest went off to gather the marriage register, Chip finally shifted closer to Lilah and whispered in her ear.

"We gotta get out of here, fast. I don't like this. He's gonna find out what we were really up to and then I'll get sent down this time", he hissed, looking over at the drunk couple who had started snogging again.

He grabbed her hand and was about to lead her out of the church before the priest returned.

"Now I know you two are just eager little rabbits but I must ask all four of you to sign the register, to make your union official."

Screw it. The blond could have face-palmed at that very minute. Instead he just stared at the old man in disbelief, before shaking his head and stepping forwards, taking the pen and signing his name on the form. Now he was really taking the cake.

"There", he said, before turning to Lilah and smirking, holding the pen out to her. "Prinlilah, dear, if you please?"

[Lilah Wolfe]

"Kiss your bride" resounded in her head like a gong. If there was any part of getting married that she thought Chip would appreciate, it would be this part. She sighed, which she figured would be
a safe gesture, as it could mean that she was in love and happy. Two things that she was not. She was pulled into a kiss before she knew it, and she wasn't really protesting. She might as well enjoy it, right? She made another noise that sounded like a squeak as he pulled back. Wow.

She could feel a goofy grin forming on her face, and she had to smack herself to get it off. She literally slapped herself. They were married. She was married to him. Dear God in Heaven above. She kept a blank look on her face as the Priest went to get the marriage registry, only half hearing Chip's words to her as he grabbed her hand. Stuttering noises were all that was coming out of her mouth. She was still in shock from the whole thing.

She snapped out of it. Did that priest just call them rabbits? She coughed loudly. Her mind went to things such as how rabbits tend to get all those babies, and her eyes grew wide. Chip better not think that they were going to have a legitimate honeymoon. She would let him down on that idea quickly. She glanced over at him. He actually took the pen and signed the paper. She'd half expected him to make a run for it.

She wanted to make a run for it. Why, oh why did she have to agree to try and burn a church down? That was the stupidest idea she'd ever had. Chip handed her the pen, calling her "Prinlilah, dear" in the process. She grabbed the pen, but not before digging her nails into his hand once more. She signed the paper with a flourish.

There. She was officially Prinlilah Potts. Perfect.

[Charlie Potts]

Wincing a bit as she dug her nails in - and sort of becoming used to the sensation now since she done it so often to him - Chip watched her sign the paper. It didn't seem like she was signing her life away; she hadn't really hesitated much. Then of course, neither had he. He had begun to wonder why - maybe he should lay off the drugs for a bit - when he heard sirens from outside and his mind went into over-drive as it always did at that sound. Even although technically speaking, they hadn't even done anything yet. He grabbed Lilah's hand.

"Well, thanks for the blessing Mr. Priest guy, but we gotta scram", he began, leading "Prinlilah" towards the huge front doors. "We've got a busy night ahead of us, y'know...?"

He wiggled his brows in a suggestive manner, refusing to look at his wife as he pulled her along in his wake, finally managing to open the doors as the priest turned to the other two.

"Now. Let us light a candle, so that this holy union will forever be remembered in our hearts."

Hearing those words, the sudden realisation dawning upon his face, Chip turned white and broke into a run still pulling Lilah along and out of the Notre Dame Chapel, stumbling down the block just as a huge explosion sounded from inside the place; flames erupted inside the hall, glass shattering. Exchanging looks with Lilah, he hurried her along the streets and down an alleyway once they were in the clear. The sound of sirens seemed to grow louder, and he ducked as several police cars whizzed on by towards the torched building. Looking over at Lilah again, a few beads of sweat appearing on his forehead, which he wiped away hastily with the back of his hand, he offered up a sheepish smile.

"Congratulations?"

[Lilah Wolfe]

Lilah was still slightly foggy after signing the paper. Why didn't they make a run for it before the guy could bring out that stupid thing? They could've been free without that stupid piece of paper. And how in the hell did a priest just happen to have witnesses for a marriage around? That was freaking weird. The sound of sirens pierced through the fog that was plaguing her mind. Dear God, it was like the police just knew, wasn't it? She felt Chip grab her hand and she jumped. She hadn't expected that.

She nodded in agreement as Chip said that they needed to be leaving, glaring as he said they had a busy night ahead of him. She didn't even bother digging her nails into his hand this time. She heard the Priest mention something about lighting candles to remember the "holy union", and she was about to laugh at the cheesiness of it until she remembered that the place had been doused with petrol. She didn't have time to think about anything else because Chip started dragging her down the street. She didn't even have to turn around. She heard the explosion and smelt the smoke that was inevitably pouring from what once was a chapel.

She heard more sirens. God, they worked fast, didn't they? They hid in an alleyway, somewhere where the police cars couldn't fit. It was pretty damn skinny. She looked over to Chip who was now wiping the sweat off of himself. He just congratulated her. She grit her teeth. "Your only excuse of why we were there was that we wanted to get married?! What the hell? You're supposed to be this... Perfect rebel kid, and all you could think of was marriage?! Now you're telling me congratulations?!" She moved over to him and began hitting him repeatedly on the shoulder.

See if she ever picked up drugs again after this.