A/N: I'm alive! The school work and family duties never end, but I will prevail. Enjoy this obligatory chapter of drunken college fun in their lives.
I do not own Young Justice, or the works of any artists mentioned below.
2 AM
V.
Take My Keys
"Cmon, sing it with me! I swear I'll do it if you do. You know you want to."
"For the last time, shut up Wally," Artemis giggles over her highball. Giggles. How many of those has she had now? Wally's lips curl in amusement as he leans farther forward. It's a good thing she can pass for twenty-one, because he's pretty sure those guys at the bar have been giving him looks since he walked in. It's probably because of his freckles, but Wally can't bring himself to care too much. If any of them have an objection, Conner's presence is enough for them to go back nursing their drinks.
It's been a while since these little reunions. Wally is currently sitting wedged between Megan and Roy, trying to coax Artemis into a rousing performance of Don't Stop Me Now. He's on his third beer, and life? Life is pretty good. Even though they're disbanded nowadays, with Conner, Dick and Megan on Teen Titans, and Wally, Artemis and Kaldur working exclusively with their mentors, they still make a point to get together about once a month. This place is their usual hang-out. Small, but with impressively seasoned fries and karaoke on Tuesdays.
Dick is munching on some onion rings, and gives Artemis a push under the table.
"Dude, the mike's open. Get on with it."
"Cmon, Artie!"
Artemis looks at them all askance, shaking her head. Kaldur wipes barbeque sauce from the corners of his mouth, unfalteringly polite, and gives his two cents.
"You will never meet any of these people again, Artemis," he says matter-of-factly. "And it has been a long time since any of us have sang." He smiles. "I recall that Robin still holds the record for best performance."
"Damn straight. Third month running."
"I can do it if she's too chicken to," Roy smirks at her, arm thrown casually over the back of their booth. "Freddy Mercury would be ashamed of you, Crock."
"Don't pretend you know music, Harper," Artemis jibes back without blinking. "I think Sex on Fire and Lithium are the only songs here you know."
"I like it, I'm not gonna crack," Roy rasps, before narrowing his eyes smugly at her. "Not my fault the selection here's all over the damn place. They have Rihanna for God's sake."
"Oh, I'd pay big money to see you up there wiggling your ass to Rude Boy."
"Oh cmon, Artemis, just do it! I think it's a great idea," Megan chirps in, slurping the last of her strawberry shake before pushing the glass away with relish. "Conner and I will go after if you do."
"We will?" Conner's smile is wry at having been volunteered. The two are on surprisingly good terms for being exes. Megan laughs and throws her arms around him good-naturedly.
"Hello, Conner! They have David Bowie! It'll be fun! Just don't tell Cassie."
"Like she cares."
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Two more drinks later.
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"—I'm burning through the skies, yeah! Two hundred degrees that's why they call me Mister Fahrenhe-e-eit! I'm trav'ling at the speed of light!"
"I wanna make a SUPERSONIC WOMAN OF YOU! God, Wally, slow down!"
"How many drinks did they have again?" Roy wheezes, crossing his feet on Wally's vacated seat.
"I don't know but this is the best blackmail recording I've gotten of them in ages."
"Should we stop them?" Megan asks, as Wally stumbles over Artemis's boots, flailing an arm around her before they both take the mike down with them.
Robin's smile is wicked. "Now, why would we want to do that? We haven't even hit Lady Gaga yet."
Kaldur calmly pops a jumbo shrimp into his mouth and smiles.
"I requested Destiny's Child for them."
"Kal, you sly dog."
A/N:
Don't Stop Me Now is, and forever will be, my drunken anthem. Just sayin'.
Hey guys (: Miss me? I missed me too. Junior year sucks.
Writing this was a very welcome distraction. At first, though, I tried to write a chapter in which Wally was at a college house party, fratting it up with beer pong and everything. But it came out sounding pretty forced. Draft B consisted of me pondering the merits of clubbing/raving, but I dismissed it, upon realizing that A) it would require experience/knowledge of, well. Drugs and raves. And B) what merits?
I guess it wasn't really something I could see him doing.
Eventually it dawned on me that one didn't have to be high/puking/grinding to have a good time. 0.005 milliseconds later, I remembered I hadn't mentioned the other guys at all.
So voila! Underage drinking night with tons of shitfaced karaoke. This is what college kids do, right?
Right.
I will be the tamest college kid ever.
Just so there's no copyright infringement (looking at you, SOPA, ruiner of lives), the songs and their artists I used were respectively:
Don't Stop Me Now by Queen | Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon | Lithium by Nirvana | Rude Boy by Rihanna
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