Author's Note: A million-trillion-bazillion apologies for the two-week lack of updates. Finals and blah blah blah. A little background on this chapter for the two of you who read these things; my brother, sister, and I all drink Diet Coke. Disgusting, I know, but true, and there are rules to drinking it.
1. If you drink the last can, you must buy the next pack. Now.
2. Do not buy Diet Pepsi, ever, or that crappy store brand. Coke only.
3. Whoever opens the first can must sing the Diet Coke jingle in its entirety.
4. Diet Coke will not, ever, be mixed with any other drink. Ever.
5. Diet from fast food pop fountains is unacceptable, bottle and can only.
6. It's pop. Not soda. Not soda-pop. Pop, one less syllable and letter, see?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, the voice actors of, or special characters in the show.
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"NOOOO!" Beast Boy slid stomach down across the long table, knocking over dishes of the buffet lunch piled in the center. With the sickening sound of rug burn he stopped an inch short of Starfire, who sat at the end, mouth ajar, glass of Diet Pepsi tilted above her glass of Diet Coke. Beast Boy snatched the Diet Pepsi from her hand and put it down on the table before pushing the drinks as far away from each other as possible. He looked back to her, death in his eyes, and pointed his finger at her nose. "No!"
"But Beast Boy, we are out of Diet Coke, I was simply going to mix the two to-" Starfire was silenced by a hand slapped over her mouth.
"No!"
Her eyes glistened with confusion, "but BB-"
The finger returned to her nose, "Ah! No, shh! To speak of it is treachery!"
Cyborg rolled his eyes and grabbed Beast Boy by the collar, lifting him off of the table and setting him on the ground. "Easy there, Salad Head. Besides, Star's the only person here who drinks diet besides you, let her do what she wants."
Robin sighed and put his sandwich on his plate before joining the conversation. "I think Beast Boy has a valid point. They do taste different."
Cyborg rolled his eyes. "No, they don't, they both taste disgusting."
Robin glared across the table. "Why do you always have to contradict me, Cyborg?"
"You contradicted me first, Birdbrain!"
"I did not!"
"Dude, you did too! I took Starfire's side-"
"No, you just disagreed with Beast Boy!"
While Beast Boy watched the fight Starfire grabbed the Diet Pepsi and Coke and prepared to mix the two drinks. A soft *chink* vibrated through the room as the two glass rims tapped each other, Starfire paused, holding her breath.
His ears twitched and before she could even squeal in surprise Beast Boy grabbed the glasses, a low, feral growl escaping between his clenched teeth.
He took a deep breath, but Beast Boy's face still flushed a deep red, "Star, would you mix ketchup and mustard?"
Starfire's mouth dropped open, "NEVER! …But Beast Boy, this is merely Pepsi and Coke."
"MERELY PEPSI AND COKE! How could you say something like that!"
"You're just mad because I took the last of the milk!" Cyborg's human eye twitched and he gulped down his milk, never breaking eye contact with Robin.
"No! I'm mad because you have to disagree with everything I say! I said you should paint the T-car red, you painted it blue!"
"No, you said paint it blue! So I did!"
Robin pointed a finger at him, "see? You did it again!"
"No I didn't!"
"You did, too!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Yeah, you did!"
"Well you started it! If you just kept your big mouth shut we wouldn't have this problem!"
Robin's jaw dropped. "My mouth? I'm the leader!"
"Says who?!"
Beast Boy and Starfire both had one hand on the glass of Diet Pepsi, "Star, just let it go. It will find a good home DOWN THE DRAIN!"
"Beast boy, I must insist that you let me DRINK THE SODA!"
Beast Boy's eyes went wide, "did you just call it 'soda?!' It's pop! Not soda!"
"Robin said it was called soda, I will not change my vocabulary for someone who is trying to keep me from enjoying a drink!"
"You know what, Cyborg? Fine! Starfire should be able to mix the drinks!"
Cyborg took a bite of his hotdog and chewed thoughtfully. "But BB does have a point, they do taste different."
"Who bought the Diet Pepsi, anyway?" All arguments stopped as the four members exchanged curious looks. Robin's fist was smashed into his sandwich, Cyborg had his hotdog poised in front of his open mouth, Beast Boy was pulling at the Diet, one foot pushing against Starfire's chair, and Starfire also pulled, the Diet Coke in her other hand.
Four sets of eyes drifted down the table, where Raven sat, eyebrow raised and salad fork in hand. "What?"
1. If you drink the last can, you must buy the next pack. Now.
2. Do not buy Diet Pepsi, ever, or that crappy store brand. Coke only.
3. Whoever opens the first can must sing the Diet Coke jingle in its entirety.
4. Diet Coke will not, ever, be mixed with any other drink. Ever.
5. Diet from fast food pop fountains is unacceptable, bottle and can only.
6. It's pop. Not soda. Not soda-pop. Pop, one less syllable and letter, see?
Disclaimer: I do not own the Teen Titans, the voice actors of, or special characters in the show.
…
"NOOOO!" Beast Boy slid stomach down across the long table, knocking over dishes of the buffet lunch piled in the center. With the sickening sound of rug burn he stopped an inch short of Starfire, who sat at the end, mouth ajar, glass of Diet Pepsi tilted above her glass of Diet Coke. Beast Boy snatched the Diet Pepsi from her hand and put it down on the table before pushing the drinks as far away from each other as possible. He looked back to her, death in his eyes, and pointed his finger at her nose. "No!"
"But Beast Boy, we are out of Diet Coke, I was simply going to mix the two to-" Starfire was silenced by a hand slapped over her mouth.
"No!"
Her eyes glistened with confusion, "but BB-"
The finger returned to her nose, "Ah! No, shh! To speak of it is treachery!"
Cyborg rolled his eyes and grabbed Beast Boy by the collar, lifting him off of the table and setting him on the ground. "Easy there, Salad Head. Besides, Star's the only person here who drinks diet besides you, let her do what she wants."
Robin sighed and put his sandwich on his plate before joining the conversation. "I think Beast Boy has a valid point. They do taste different."
Cyborg rolled his eyes. "No, they don't, they both taste disgusting."
Robin glared across the table. "Why do you always have to contradict me, Cyborg?"
"You contradicted me first, Birdbrain!"
"I did not!"
"Dude, you did too! I took Starfire's side-"
"No, you just disagreed with Beast Boy!"
While Beast Boy watched the fight Starfire grabbed the Diet Pepsi and Coke and prepared to mix the two drinks. A soft *chink* vibrated through the room as the two glass rims tapped each other, Starfire paused, holding her breath.
His ears twitched and before she could even squeal in surprise Beast Boy grabbed the glasses, a low, feral growl escaping between his clenched teeth.
He took a deep breath, but Beast Boy's face still flushed a deep red, "Star, would you mix ketchup and mustard?"
Starfire's mouth dropped open, "NEVER! …But Beast Boy, this is merely Pepsi and Coke."
"MERELY PEPSI AND COKE! How could you say something like that!"
"You're just mad because I took the last of the milk!" Cyborg's human eye twitched and he gulped down his milk, never breaking eye contact with Robin.
"No! I'm mad because you have to disagree with everything I say! I said you should paint the T-car red, you painted it blue!"
"No, you said paint it blue! So I did!"
Robin pointed a finger at him, "see? You did it again!"
"No I didn't!"
"You did, too!"
"No, I didn't!"
"Yeah, you did!"
"Well you started it! If you just kept your big mouth shut we wouldn't have this problem!"
Robin's jaw dropped. "My mouth? I'm the leader!"
"Says who?!"
Beast Boy and Starfire both had one hand on the glass of Diet Pepsi, "Star, just let it go. It will find a good home DOWN THE DRAIN!"
"Beast boy, I must insist that you let me DRINK THE SODA!"
Beast Boy's eyes went wide, "did you just call it 'soda?!' It's pop! Not soda!"
"Robin said it was called soda, I will not change my vocabulary for someone who is trying to keep me from enjoying a drink!"
"You know what, Cyborg? Fine! Starfire should be able to mix the drinks!"
Cyborg took a bite of his hotdog and chewed thoughtfully. "But BB does have a point, they do taste different."
"Who bought the Diet Pepsi, anyway?" All arguments stopped as the four members exchanged curious looks. Robin's fist was smashed into his sandwich, Cyborg had his hotdog poised in front of his open mouth, Beast Boy was pulling at the Diet, one foot pushing against Starfire's chair, and Starfire also pulled, the Diet Coke in her other hand.
Four sets of eyes drifted down the table, where Raven sat, eyebrow raised and salad fork in hand. "What?"