Okay, yah, I know I've been gone for quiiiiite a long time. Erm... I'm not going to give any excuses why I'm not updating "Sharing, Loving", other than the fact that I've decided I want to finish the whole story instead of posting it chapter by chapter.

This is a one-shot that was inspired by my cousin, after she told me about her friend who was on a bet on not drinking soda.

Dinky

You Can't Resist Soda!

In the Titans Tower, all was quiet, for all the Titans had left to do their own little things, leaving Raven to finally be able to read her book in peace.

Or so she thought.

The common room doors swooshed open and in marched our favorite red chest-ed bird, who went about his afternoon routine of making his coffee before shutting himself in his room to do more research on… whatever he is always researching on.

Raven frowned at her book. So much for having the whole tower to myself…

Oh well. Robin usually doesn't bother her anyways.

"Oh, Raven, do you drink soda?"

Okay, fine, there has to be a first time for everything, I guess.

"No, and I'm on a bet." deadpanned Raven.

"Why?" asked Robin as he plunked down on the couch next to Raven, mug in hand.

"Long story."

"I have time. I'm interested. This is the first time I've heard you're on a bet."

Raven groaned.

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A Week Ago

"Here, Raven, try some of this awesome Pepsi! It's green! A new product!" exclaimed the changeling whose skin was the color of the soda he's holding.

"Soda has been known to dissolve teeth and roaches within two weeks. I don't need any other reasons not to drink it."

"But it tastes good! You can't possibly live without soda!"

"I did, and will."

"Alright. Ten bucks says you will drink soda within a week! YOU CAN'T RESIST SODA!!!"

Raven was about to reject, but then a book she had wanted to buy, 10 Ways to Bury the Body, popped into her head. It costs $9.

"Okay, sure."

"Wait, did you just accept the bet?"

"Yes, I did."

"But I was only joking!" Apparently the changeling realized that this is a bet he has a 99.9 chance of loosing.

"Too late."

End flashback

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"Oh, so that's why," said the masked hero.

"That's why what?" asked a suspicious Raven.

"Well," Robin said lightly, poking at the stuffing of the couch, "Beastboy bet me ten bucks I could get you to drink soda in 24 hours."

Raven rolled her eyes.

"Hey, you can't blame the guy for panicking," Robin defended Beastboy. "Today is the last day of your bet."

"Well, you're not getting me to drink soda."

"Are you sure?" Robin asked as he held up the cup that, lo and behold!, did not contain coffee, but was actually filled with coke. "It looks very delicious."

Raven pointedly ignored him and went back to reading her book.

Out of the corner of her eye, Raven saw Robin take a sip of the soda. Then she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to face him with an annoyed look plastered on her face, and only had a split second to realize Robin's face was waaayyy too close for comfort when…

A sweet, tangy, and bubbly taste filled her mouth. She swallowed.

"Sorry Raven. I need that ten dollars for something."

And the common room door swooshed open and close yet again, leaving a very stunned Raven alone on the room.

The Next Day

Raven opened her door to find a book lying on the ground.

10 Ways to Bury the Body

Inside was a note: As long as it isn't mine.

Raven smirked.

Fate is as hard to resist as soda, Robin…