Omigod! I'm soooo sorry I haven't updated yet. I've been lazy…

XX-Goth-Gal: Hospitals are dumb(no offence to anyone out there). Remember, these are the people who traded medicine with preschoolers and a 70-year old.

teentitantruefriend: NO I AM TERRA'S NO.1 FAN! DO YOU CRY WHENEVER YOU THINK OF "BETRAYAL"? DO YOU USE THE NAME MARKOV WHEN YOU DON'T WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW YOUR LAST NAME? DO YOU HAVE 'THE JUDAS CONTRACT'? This is a necessity for any Terra fan. If any one doesn't have it, Amazon sells 'em cheap.

Raven of the night 676: I don't know what the hell is up with the 'Quotes O' the Day'.

WARNING: CURSING ACHOHOL AND OTHER STUFF

ME NO OWN TEEN TITANS, BUT I JUST BOUGHT TWO MORE COMIC BOOKS AND GOT SOME OTHER MERCHANDISE

Tara wasn't thinking about why she was going where she was going. Later she would wonder if it was hereditary. Now she just wanted to get away from it all. Images of Kylie flooded her mind as she ran. Maybe she was on to something. Maybe drinking was the way to solve your problems. And that's all Tara wanted right now.

She remembered the name of the club Kylie told her to go to on Friday. It was only a block away.

She slowed to a walk and felt her pockets. She had brought her wallet.

Tara stepped into the club and blinked. It was empty, save the bartender and a young woman typing on a laptop. "Kylie?" the bartender asked.

"Kylie's sister." She sat down at a barstool in front of him. "Strong stuff. Fast." She laid a 10 bill on the counter. He nodded and grabbed a bottle from the many behind him. Laying a shot glass in front of her, she downed it in a gulp. "This tastes like shit." She commented. "I want shit that makes me want to cry."

A half-hour later she was totally wasted. "I'm sooooooooooooooo fucked up." She giggled to the bartender.

"Yeah…totally." He replied. "Say, anyone I could call to pick you up?"

"Ha ha! No one gives a fuck about me good buddy. No, one person does, but he's in a coma." She cracked up. "So fucking ironic! Ain't it?"

"Does this coma dude have parents?" she nodded vigorously. "Think I should call 'em?"

"Whatever dude!" she chirped. "The number's 555-8144."

The bartender dialed quickly.

"Hello?"

"Hello. Do you know someone named Tara Markov?" In the background Tara hiccupped and cracked up.

"Oh yes! Do you know where she is? Is she alright?"

"Lady, she is flat drunk. Can ya take her?"

"Of course we will." Cindy turned to her husband.

"How is she?"

"She somehow got herself drunk!" Cindy whispered, covering the mouth of the phone.

"Must be hereditary." Cindy hit him gently on the arm.

"Just go get her! Poor thing…knew she'd collapse someday…I'll call Kylie and tell her we're going to keep her for the night."

At the Markov house Kylie had put down the vodka bottle just as the phone rang. "'Lo?"

"Kylie? It's Mrs. Ligina."

"Oh, um. Hi. Is something wrong?"

"Well, there was a freak accident earlier today and Gav's in a coma. Tara got herself drunk." Cindy sighed on the other line and Kylie wondered why she wasn't completely breaking down.

"Um…"

"Oh, we're going to keep her for the night."

"Um, thanks. I'll come pick her up tomorrow."

"Alright. Take care."

"You too." Kylie hung up the phone. That bitch! Kylie's the badass here! Well, Adam and Aimee were meetin' with Amanda tonight. She'd join them. She'd already messed up the being clean 'til Friday thing. That'll show those pansies.

Man, I hate this chapter. I don't think it shows my abilities. It's choppy.

Quotes O' the Day

Hi Robin. You know you're really cute?

Starfire in the old comics. Those were the first English words she ever spoke to him!

It's not too badEast Hampton…though I did almost starve to death once, going from the bedroom to the kitchen.

Gar Logan, about his ahem, "spacious" quarters. Bigger then Bruce Wayne's estate! Again from the KICK ASS comic I got.