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"….." is speech and '…..' is thoughts, just to be clear.
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The world was melting into a mosaic of blurred color. It was a pointillist's masterpiece. It was a swirl of shades, an explosion of pigments, and a collage of varying hues.
"Fuck," Beast Boy mumbled. "I shouldn't… too much…" His sentences reflected his mental state. He brought his hands up to his face and planted his fingers into his eyes, trying to rub away the blurs. For a moment it worked and the bar he was in suddenly went back to the way it had been when he entered. It lasted only a moment though, and then went back to a smear of half recognized shapes.
His bladder was screaming at him to empty it immediately. Finally complying, he stood up for the first time in an hour and nearly fell onto his ass. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed, but everyone seemed to be involved in their own little worlds.
The bathroom was quite clean for one found in a bar, but Beast Boy hardly had the time to look at the scenery. He lumbered toward the urinal and unzipped, pulling his dick free from its cotton and denim prison. Yellow piss streamed down the side of the porcelain, a sort of strange waterfall. Beast Boy laughed at the idea of a piss waterfall, and in doing so only succeeded in getting pee on himself. He grumbled something indecipherable and, when completely finished, shook himself twice and shoved his friend back into his jeans.
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It was even colder outside now than it had been before, if that were possible. Mike the bouncer had gotten off quite some time ago and had entered the bar, trying to speak with Beast Boy, but the green teen brushed him off, more interested in his drink. The doorman now was a short fat man in his late twenties. His lip curled up away from his teeth in a strange permanent snarl. He eyed Beast Boy with disdain for a moment before turning away from him and becoming engrossed in his cell phone.
As Beast Boy made his way back to Titan's Tower, he continually mumbled a string of unconnected thoughts. He passed a missing dog poster and its cigarette burn eyes stared out at him, begging to be found. He slipped, tripped, and fell numerous times, scraping himself up all over his body. He had wrapped his hand, sliced up from the broken shot glass, in a bar towel, and the cold air and constant falling began to make it throb. It took him twice as long to get home as it had taken him to get to the bar, but finally the silhouette of Titan's Tower came into view.
Waves from the icy bay, more like dark ink than water, lapped at the shore in a white misted frenzy. Beast Boy planted his feet firmly in the sand and leaned forward, squinting toward the giant T-shaped tower several hundred yards away. It stuck out of the bay and rose up and up and up like a metal tooth extending from a liquid jaw. Green hands went up to a green face and massaged green temples for a few moments before a green mouth expelled a frustrated breath. "Here goes nothin'," he slurred, concentrating harder than he ever had before. His body began to twist and bend, slowly (Much slower than usual) morphing itself into an unidentifiable shape. It was some sort of bird, but at the same time wasn't. It was an abomination of sorts, not falling under any known species class. But it had wings, and that was all that BB needed.
After several rocky starts, Beast Boy finally managed to get himself airborne. He did not think of it at the time, but it was incredibly lucky that the gusts of wind that had plagued the city earlier had dissipated, for he would have surely been at their mercy. His flight path was erratic and unreasonable, but he eventually made it to shore. Landing in a heap, he sat for a moment on the sandy shores of Titan Island before standing and attempting to change back. He closed his eyes for a moment and willed himself to change. His eyes opened once more and he looked down at his body. Nothing had happened. He was the same. Again he tried changing and again he remained in the shape of that awful birdlike creature.
'Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,' Beast Boy thought. The Titan began to panic. What was happening? Why couldn't he change back? He allowed his body to fall forward and come to a rest on the coarse sand particles of the beach. He allowed his eyes to close and the dizziness to run around in his head. He allowed his thoughts, lost in a pool of alcohol, to come together and start to make sense. Finally, he allowed himself to breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. His eyes opened slowly and he found that his original body had been returned. 'Oh thank God.'
He stumbled slowly toward the door to Titan's Tower. Spot lights the size of oil drums swept back and forth across the island, illuminating his path and keeping him from tripping over rocks sticking up out of the dirt like shark's teeth. He found the keypad that barred the door from being open by enemies and placed his hand upon its cool surface. There was a beep and a computerized voice said, "Welcome home, Beast Boy." The door slid open and the shape shifting Titan stepped inside.
The corridors through which he passed were dull and lifeless. Cold metal echoed back his careful footfalls. Images of carnage swam through Beast Boy's head as he staggered into the kitchen. Pulling open a cabinet, he found a glass and thrust it under the stream of water vomited by the kitchen sink. He tossed back his head and let the water slide down his throat, trying to clear his head of these half thought visions. "Get these fuckin' pictures out of my head," he mumbled, taking another drink, "I can barely even… I… I feel like I'm gonna puke." He tried to place the glass upon the counter, but in his inebriated state, he instead knocked it over and it rolled over the edge and shattered into a million shards upon the kitchen floor. He turned, cursing, to try and pick the pieces up when, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something move. He glanced to his right and his eyes fell upon someone he did not want to see.
"Beast… wha…?" Raven's forehead wrinkled in confusion. She was dressed in her nightwear and held a steaming mug in her hand. Beast Boy stared at her for a moment before falling into a fit of laughter. He clamped his hand over his mouth. Up in his brain, amongst the fumes of inebriation, tiny bits of sense were making themselves known. 'She can't know!' His mind was screaming at him. 'Be cool!'
"Er… hey, Raven." Beast Boy willed himself to stand up his straightest and tried not to breathe too hard, his breath must have wreaked of whiskey. She saw him staring at the bandage he had wrapped around his hand and placed it behind his back. "How are you going-" He slapped himself on the head, "I mean, how are you doing?" Yeah, that sounded good. Not too slurred, not too rushed.
Raven's mouth fell open and she seemed to be searching for exactly what she wanted to say. Her eyes were searching for Beast Boy's, but he would not allow her to find them, instead letting them fall to the ground, contemplating his shoelaces. "Beast Boy, are you…?" She didn't seem to want to finish it. BB had never seen Raven at a loss for words. He didn't know why, but it left an empty feeling in his stomach.
"I think I'm going to go to, um, go to, uh, sleep," Beast Boy said, pointing toward his room, but Raven's gaze held him where he was. She regained her strength and once again posed the question.
"Are you fucking drunk?" It flew past her teeth and slapped Beast Boy in the face.
"What!" He wanted to sound shocked, but ended up sounding stupid. "Of Course not!" He denied the accusation as vehemently as if he had been called a rapist. Despite this though, he knew he'd been caught, and allowed his posture to change, his shoulders slumping forward, arms going slack at his sides. He still refused to let his eyes meet Raven's, now smoldering with the fires of rage, pity, hurt, and sympathy.
"Yes, you are," her voice was softer than before, but still hid a punch among the words.
"Yeah," Beast Boy finally agreed, barely above a whisper, "I am." There was a pause between the two. When she failed to speak at all, Beast Boy's eyes slowly, very slowly, crept up Raven's body and finally came to rest on her face. "I…." It was much too hard to think of something to say.
"Is this a one time thing?" She finally said something, but Beast Boy was so caught up in the terrible feeling the silence left him with, that he had not heard what Raven had said.
"Huh?" God he sounded so stupid.
"Is this a one time thing?" She asked again, "cause if it is, it's not really that big of a deal, but if this is something you do a lot, then we have a problem." She took a step closer and Beast Boy kept himself from stepping back. "I know this isn't the only time you've snuck out at night, but I want to know if this is how you always are when you come back."
"Raven?" Beast Boy closed his eyes and put his hands on his face. "Can we please not talk about this now, I'm so fucking wasted and… I really don't think I can stay awake much longer." He spoke slowly so as not to slur his words and to be as clear as possible. Raven looked like she was having some kind of internal battle, trying to figure out what to do.
"Fine," she said finally, "but we will talk about this." Beast Boy nodded and stepped around Raven, trying not to trip as he stalked toward his room. When he finally made it to his chamber, he peeled off his dirty, grime streaked clothes and collapsed onto his bed, falling asleep with the room spinning around him.