Sorry this chapter is up so late, but I decided I finally wanted to write more. Also sorry this is so short, but I will try my best to make the next one longer/ possibly include more characters. Thanks so much for all the reviews :)

Chapter Two: Confusion

Three in the morning, drunk off her ass, in a bar full of strangers, Robin only knew one thing; she was not going to go home alone. Sure the two guys she was with had the combined hotness score of 6, but she didn't really have any other choices. "Let's go to your house," she teased, leaning against one of them.

"No yours," he said, holding her arm. Normally Robin wouldn't have agreed. She would want to have sex only on her terms. But after 8 drinks she wasn't really thinking clearly.

"Okay, lets go," both guys followed her towards the door.

"Wait ma'am, where are you going," one of the bartenders said, using his body to block the exit.

"Home," she answered, confused as to why he would care.

"Maybe you should sit down," he said, gently leading her over to a chair. "I'll get you some water."

"Hey man, get the fuck off of her," one of the guys said pulling Robin out of his hands. Robin's head was spinning from all the alcohol, "she's mine."

"Ya who the fuck do you think you are?" The other guy said getting up into the bartender's face. He would have been a lot more intimidating if he hadn't slurred his words and struggled to keep his head up.

"I'm going to call you guys a cab and you can go home," the bartender responded.

"Thank you," Robin said. "My apartment isn't that far away."

"I bet you live in one of those fancy ass penthouses," somebody said.

"This bitch probably has loads of money. Just look at that dress, she probably thinks we're going to pay her." One of the guys said, as if Robin wasn't standing right there. Surprisingly this had happened before. Apparently none of the guys at this bar watched her news show.

"How much would you?" She asked suddenly curious.

"What?"

"How much would you pay me to have sex with you?" There was a moment of silence as the guys contemplated her question. The bar door swung open and a cool gust of wind hit Robin's legs.

"Oh my god! Robin?" Robin turned at the sound of her name. A very tired, Lily Aldrin stared back at her.

"Lily, what are you doing here?"

"You called me." She enunciated each word as if they were their own paragraph.

"What?"

"Come on the cab is waiting." Robin could hear the worry in Lily's voice, but for some reason it made her angry. Lily had no right to be here. They weren't friends anymore.

"I'm fine. I don't need your help."

"Robin don't do this." Lily was close to tears. The guys Robin was with started to leave.

"Hey wait. I'm going with you." Robin called, after them. She tried to run out the door, but the bartender got in her way.

"Sorry miss, but you can't go home with them." Robin tried to push past him, but found herself stumbling forward instead. He led her to the to the cab while she tried to protest, but he somehow got her inside. Lily climbed next to her and the cab started taking them back to the suburbs, where Lily now lived.

"Robin are you okay?" Lily asked, like Robin knew she would.

"Lily, will you please explain to me why the fuck you are here?"

"I got a text from your phone saying that you were at this bar and needed my help. I'm sorry if you don't remember sending that message,but I was not going to just leave you there," in a softer voice she added, "Robin what is going on?"

"Nothing is going on. I just.. I just need to go home."

"You can stay at my house. We have a guest room and everything. I just don't think its safe for you to be home alone right now."

"Why the fuck wouldn't it be safe? I can take care of myself"

"Okay, you're really drunk right now. We will talk about this in the morning." Lily turned to stare out the window. Robin leaned her head against the cab door. She planned to get out and walk home, but she was really tired and decided to take a quick nap.