This was suggested by Kryalla Orchid.
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"Woooo, Ye-aaah!" Beast Boy bounced up and down to the beat of 'Party Rock Anthem', liquids falling down the sides of his red cup.
Robin sat against the wall; another New Years party with alcohol. Did he never learn his lesson? He sighed and decided to go find his girlfriend, last seeing her talking with Raven. When he finally found her, he was glad to see her sober and happy. "Star!" He jogged over to her, only to be tripped by Speedy.
"Man, you need to loosen uped!" He chuckled and tried to thrust a beer in his hands, only succeeding in spilling it all over the boy wonder.
Robin pushed him aside and tried to shake the liquid off, unfortunately not doing too much to help.
At this moment he swore he heard some form of an alarm. What was that…
"Doorbell!"
Robin's eyes widened as he watched one drunk friend stumble for the door, and then leaped all the way over to block everyone and get it himself. "Hello?" His eyes widened when he noticed the police.
The two cops were smiling at him, seeming somewhat at ease. "We got a call for the noise. Never expected to get a complaint for a superhero." One of the men, the taller cop, started to laugh, and then stopped and sniffed the air. "Is that…beer?"
Robin kept his jaw from dropping. He was going to kill Speedy. "Uh…nuh-no. Of course not. We're superheroes, we don't drink." He shook his head and crossed his arms.
The shorter cop's eyes narrowed. "Uh-huh. You…wouldn't mind if we came in, right?"
Robin blocked the door before they could step in. "There's no reason for that, officers. Everything is under control here; we'll turn down the music." He went to turn, but one cop grabbed his arm.
The cop that had him, the shorter one, looked grim. "We're sorry, Robin. But…due to the alcohol, we're going to have to issue you an MIP."
Robin masked his dread. "That's really not necessary. We didn't issue the alcohol, and I'm not sure who brought it. Surely, if I get the party calmed down, everything will be fine." He tried to smile.
The taller cop sighed. "We're really sorry, but it's our job. We're going to have to."
He had gone to ask about the rest of his friends, to which the officers responded with saying most of them were not even human, so they weren't quite sure what to do with him. Just his luck. Speedy was human, but noooo, he doesn't get into trouble. Bastard. It was also routine for the cops to go inside and collect all the alcohol, but Robin's was pleasantly surprised when they trusted him to take care of that on his own.
As the cops left, he could have sworn he heard one of them mutter something about 'great talk for tomorrow'.
Shit.
Robin groaned and closed the door, closing his eyes and sliding down to the floor. Bruce was going to murder him. The press will murder him. Alfred will chide him. Damnit. "Fuck my life."
Mmmm, MIPs. Bad stuff right there. Robin's screwed big time. He'll never be taken seriously in the law enforcement field again.
But, I mean, he's a vigilante. Right?
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