A date with her mother's boyfriend?

'My life is going to change,' Bria Jeurgen thought to herself as she accepted the grudging congratulations of the plain-faced locals and pudgy farmgirls that had made up the competition. 'I'm a beauty queen now, and I'm gonna ride this to bigger and better things!' She was a little disappointed that there didn't seem to be any media present for her coronation, and as she admired how the sash went with her form-fitting dress and the tiara with her carefully-styled blonde locks, she hoped that she'd be able to find her way in front of a camera tonight to capture the posterity of the event.

Unfortunately, none of her vanquished rivals seemed particularly interested in celebrating with her. 'Of course,' the teen thought sadly, 'They must return to their own lives; they don't have the opportunity to reinvent themselves like I do!' She contemplated her erstwhile friends from school or from around Norville; even they didn't seem sufficient for such a special event...

Just then Tanya arrived, looking slightly disshevled. "Congratulations on your victory, little bee!" she said, hugging her with a slight but defeated sigh, though her narcissist daughter didn't notice.

"I was just thinkin' about how I'd celebrate!" Bria confided. "I'm ready to go!"

"Now sweetie, I need you to do something for me," Tanya told her. "I'm going home with Mr. Ross, the judge who picked you to win, but I had plans with Rodney tonight..."

"Rodney?!" Bria was surprised to hear his name. "I thought you broke it off with him!"

"Well, it ain't as easy as that," Tanya replied, without elaborating. "Rodney has some court conditions that he's not allowed to have a mobile phone, so I don't have anyway of getting in touch with him. And he's not the kind of man I can afford to disappoint. So if it can't be me... it's gonna have to be you to meet him..."

Bria glowered, unconvinced. This sweaty, balding middle-aged man her mother has her eye on is bad enough, but Bria couldn't believe she'd have to celebrate her pageant victory with a big black ex-con twice her age with a definite temper and a history of poor judgement...

"Doesn't Rodney also have conditions not to be around girls under 16?" the blonde beauty inquired, folding her arms.

"That's not you, Bria!" Tanya insisted. "I'm doing this for you... just trust me."

Moments later, the busty blonde's heels clicked as she walked out into the parking lot, arms folded around her slim waist as she contemplated her evening. 'Well,' she thought. 'Rodney always seems to have money, and lots of friends. I wanted a special night, and I bet this will be one I never forget!"