Author's Note: I forgot to add that when there is no date and the writing is italicized then it is just a little insight into the character's past. Think of it as a thought tangent. If there is no date and it is not an internal memory, then the date continues from where it was last mentioned.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans.

Pink Lady
2.0 fl. oz. of Gin
1.0 fl. oz. of Lemon Juice
2 Dashes of Grenadine
1 teaspoon of Egg White Powder
Ice

Mixing Procedure
Combine all ingredients in a cocktail shaker with the ice, shake, strain into a martini glass, garnish with a Maraschino Cherry.


May 5

Parties are, like, the most awesome things to plan. And I am stellar at planning them. So you'd have to guess how excited I am to be planning Jenn's bachellorette party. I found out last week that I'd be at the helm of this massive event and have been busy as a bee planning since.

I check my make up on my compact again and step out of the taxi. I'm meeting up with Vic Stone, the owner of the hottest bar in Jump city. My friend was getting married and the last night of her single life was going to go out with a bang.

"Hi, I'm Vic Stone," a big black man comes to greet me at the front doors. He gives me the warmest smile and pulls down two chairs from the bar for us to sit on, all gentlemanly-like. I like him.

"I'm Kori Anders, Mr Stone," I offer him a friendly hand. Surprisingly his grip isn't strong and overpowering, if anything I think my grip out powered his. He flexes his hand and shakes it.

"O, gosh, I'm sorry. Sometimes I don't know my strength," I say apologetically, smiling my sweetest at him. I've always been strong, I could never explain it. I suppose it's from my family so I should just grin and bear it but sometimes it gets irritating. Guys rarely fine strong women attractive, especially when it's physical strength.

He just laughs, "No problem Ms. Anders. It's nice to see a strong grip on a woman. So what did you have in mind for your party?"

I flash him a big smile and take out my notebook from my purse. In it are my plans, designs, drinks details, finger food, bands, times and dates. He sits there patiently nodding and listening. He glances at my amateur drawings of decorations with out laughing. He can probably tell that I've spent a lot more time than I should have on this.

"So I was thinking, you know a nice Luau theme. And I'm not sure if you'd allow for decorations to be put up."

He shook his great head, "No problem, ma'am, as long as you guys set up and take down. I don't have a big staff here and I can't hold them here long enough to clean up."

"O, that's perfectly understandable. We'll come by early and stay late to set up and take down. Now as for finger foods…"

We chat for a while. He's a nice man, letting my imagination run away with me and allowing for most of my requests. His bar is very nice too; of course I'm a bit biased. I have some wonderful memories here.

"Thank you again, Mr. Stone, for seeing me today," I say as he ushers me out the door. He smiles at me and holds the door open. The hot air rushes past my face as I adjust to the temperature change. It was pretty chilly in there.

"That's no problem, Ms. Anders, I'm glad that you chose The Screwdriver for your event."


April 25

Let me make this clear, I don't go bar hopping. It's just not my thing. I just don't understand the whole scene, alcohol, strange men, unusual dancing. Admittedly when I was younger the bright lights and loud music was fascinating but then "partying" became a chore. Week in and week out you would find a "jam" on the weekend, do the ritual of texting all your friends to find something to do. Eventually all I wanted to do was watch a movie with some close friends rather than be hit on 5 million times.

So what am I doing here if it's not my scene? Well I always figured, try everything once. So when Jenn suggested we hit The Screwdriver, I've got to admit at first I thought she meant we do some sort of woodworking project, I figured, why not?

I sit down at the bar; the bartender gives me a friendly smile and asks if I want anything. I shake my head and he turns to clean some glasses at the sink. I turn and watch Jenn, she was on the dance floor with her beau, Wally. Jenn and Wally are engaged. Why they continue to do things like go to bars is beyond me.

Suddenly an arm bumps me and I hit the opposite elbow on the bar counter.

"O, geez, Miss I'm sorry," a man gives me a weak smile, apologizing profusely, "I didn't mean to bump you, are you okay?" I don't notice the shock of pain surging through my arm from when my funny bone hit the counter. I just see the most handsome boy I'd seen there asking me if I was okay.

"No, no, I-"

"No? You're not okay? Uh, wow, I'm sorry I just-"

"No, I mean I'm okay." He stops, looks at me and laughs, taking a seat beside me.

"I'm sorry, I'm just a huge… idiot, I'm a huge idiot."

"I'm Kori," I say. His shyness is adorable. I notice his eyes; they were two different colours, blue and brown. He smiles at me and we both laugh and I catch him staring, but I don't say anything.

"H-hi. I'm Richard," he says, offering me his hand. Something about the way he says his name tells me he isn't usually like this. Not usually shy and bumbling. There's a confidence, a pride, in how he says his name that I like. He runs his hand over his hair, not through it, over it. I can see that it's gelled into spikes with some sort of industrial glue. I giggle, even boys can have their own vices right?

"So, what do you do Richard?"


May 9

This is finally it. The big day. Well not the big day, but my big day. Jenn's bachellorette party. I'm so terribly excited I almost drop the cut out of Elvis with a guitar. Thankfully Kelly is there to catch it and hand it back to me.

Everything is almost set, the bar is almost ready and Vic has been a great help. Can you believe I forgot the strippers? I would never have remembered if Jenn herself didn't remind me. With the commotion of the wedding and the party and everything, I'm about ready to pass out.

"Kor? Where do you want the palm trees?"

"Right by the doorway," I point out. A few of the girls volunteered to help me out today and thank God or I might have had a heart attack of worry. There was still so much to do in the next hour and a half! I finish pining up the cutouts and I hear crashing and clanging around me. The girls were dropping boxes and party favours everywhere. I peer out from the corner of my eye and see some of The Screwdriver's staff helping out. It was Victor and his little bartender friend.

Kelly pats my leg from below, "Relax Kor, it's going to be great. Jenn will love it."

My phone suddenly rang in my pocket, "Hello?"

"Kori?"

"Richard, what is wrong?"

"Nothing, where is this thing again?"

"I think it's at Roy's house. On 35th and Main."

"I thought it was at Garth's?"

"I don't know either, honey I'm kind of busy."

"Oh, yeah. I'll just call Roy."

"Okay, bye," I hang up the phone to see Kelly smiling up at me, "What?"

"You guys are so cute!"


He's kind.

Giving and sweet. When we talk, he looks at my eyes and not my chest unlike most men. Richard is so wholesome, just and fair. He treats me like a princess, with patience and tolerance to my occasional ditzyness.

He even tried to teach me how to cook once. Only once. It was Sheppard's Pie. It didn't go so well, but he ate it anyways with a smile.

He's the most caring person I've ever met.

At night I rest my head on his strong chest and listen to him. To the rhythm of his body, his heart beat, his breathing, his muscles contracting and expanding under my ear.


Aug 3

My friend Raven flew in two weeks ago. She moved in with her boyfriend, Malcolm. They were moving to Jump together but broke up within 2 days of getting here. And she's been a train wreck since. Absolutely inconsolable. He was the one who wanted to move here in the first place. As it turns out he wanted to move here so he could get back together with his floozy ex-girlfriend.

"Hey, you know what would cheer you up?" She looks up at me and raises an eyebrow.

"What?" I push off the couch and sit straight up. She continues to sit there on the floor. It's been ridiculously hot here recently. We've been at a smog alert and a heat wave. It is increasingly difficult to do anything let alone be cheerful about it but I try anyway.

"Let's go out." Her face looks like it died. I'm no party animal but my gods I was bored!

"Out?"

"You know, out of doors. Out of this dreary half furnished apartment, away from your bland grey coloured walls," personally mine are orange. Not the kind that hurt your eyes but just a soft tangerine. Not that Raven would know anything about soft anything, "Who paints their walls grey anyways?"

"The people here before me. Kor, I don't wanna go out. I don't 'go out', remember?"

"I know you don't do much socializing, Raven, but you have got to get back up on your feet," She stares at me like I'm insane, "meet people."

"No," she scowls. I've known Raven almost all my life. It's hard to imagine how we became such good friends but we did. She was always that weird kid, you know dark and gothy who wore baggy clothes that covered her and never ever smiled. She read a lot and drew more. I was the kid who planned out her wedding with Kens and Barbies and rode my little pink bike around the block saying hi to all the neighbours and being followed by the neighbour's dog. The neighbour's dog never liked Raven, he bit her once and she had to get a shot.

I suppose our differences were bound to get in the way of the friendship, but not by much. She moved out to LA to become a tattoo artist and I stayed in Jump to become a teacher. She hated children and I didn't approve of body art, but she always called or I called. I was ecstatic to find out she was moving back here but when that dirt bag of a man she called her boyfriend dumped her, I was furious and we quickly became best of friends again.

"How about a movie? Let's go watch a movie!"

"How 'bout no."

"Oh, I know. Let's go get our nails done," I wave my fingers and her face. She looks up and I draw back quickly, afraid she might bite me, "Or let's go to the beach and just watch the sunset."

"Let's not and say we did."

"Come on Raven, I'm going insane here! Look at this place, this is so unlike you. You're living like a packrat, you could have at least unpacked these boxes." I look around and wince at the piles of boxes. It looks as though the only thing she decided to unpack was the phone and the TV.

"How about you unpack them." I leer at her but she doesn't seem to notice.

"Oh, I know! Let's go to a bar! I know this perfect place at-"

"No!" She glared at me and crossed her arms. I look at her as if she were joking.

"You know I'm still stronger than you?" I cross my arms and challenge her with my eyes.

"You wanna bet? You'll never get me to no bar. Neither hell nor high waters will get me to set foot in a-"