A/N for all u prude ppls or those who get alittle too excited when presented with words that present sexual images BEWARE! Anime talk: there is lemon and lime this chapter, it's a freaking sprite parteh babe!

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Chapter 6.5: Play time for the Drunk

Cory looked at her self in the mirror, shifting from side to side to get every angle of her body in the glass. She was wearing a dark pair of skinny jeans, a green short-sleeved sweater and tan and green flats. In a way she was a little put of by how she wasn't even taller than the mirror but let it go. There was no use hiding the fact that she was a midget compared to all her friends. It wasn't like she could wear heels today. She had to be causal for her causal date setting.

She and Dick had been going out regularly and today was the first time they would have a home date at his apartment. She had on natural yet simple make up: clear vanilla flavored lip-gloss, smoky and a bit sparkly brown eye-shadow, and a faint bit of sparkle on her cheeks. It made her glow in a way that perplexed her. She looked almost…cute? She turned away and got her tan purse as she walked down the stair case to the living room. A waft of grilled cheese sandwiches entered her nose and she sighed.

She asked Estell not to let her smell their lunch, or she'd be starving when Dick came to pick her up. Estell looked back at her as she passed the kitchen's arch-way and sat in the living room. "Sure you don't want a snack, Ri?" Cory shook her head; glad Estell was about ten feet away and couldn't hear the growl that rumbled within her stomach. Rev sat at the kitchen table stuffing his face, listening to the two of them selectively. His eyes drifted to Estell, staring at her ass as she returned the mini-grill back in the bottom cabinet. He could never tell her this but man it was nice…

The door bell rang and Cory practically leaped from the couch to the door. She gripped the knob and smiled at Dick, in a creamy brown shirt with a random slogan, a dark sweat-jacket, a pair of jeans, and brown Nikes. He grinned at her, eyebrows raised and hands submerged into his pockets. "You look different," he said causing her to blush as she stepped out of the door way slowly. He almost gawked at their height difference, now more distinct with her flats. He hadn't miscalculated when he guessed her to be 5ft 3. "No heels either?" she shook her head with a shy grin, he'd never seen on her before.

"Yeah, going casual today," Dick nodded as they approached his car. He opened the door for her and she thanked him, nestling into the passenger seat as he entered on the other side of her, starting the car up and shifting it in drive. "What movie do you want to watch at your place?" she asked a thrill on her tongue when she said the words 'your place.'

"You like scary movies, right?" she nodded with a small twinkle in her eye and he smiled. "Ever seen The Last Exorcism?" she shook her head and the smile on his face grew smug, as he looked to the road. "Good."

He parked in a garage right beneath a very classy apartment building. They took the elevator up, and Cory felt her heart pummeling against her chest. It made her feel very weird since she'd never felt so nervous on her way to a guy's place, not even on the night of her first…well…you could very well guess what. It stopped at the sixth floor and she swallowed down hard as she followed him down the hall to a door labeled, '69' and he unlocked it. It was a clean place, at least compared to other young men's rooms she seen, and had pretty cool living room/ kitchen, which she could see that between them were two doors, one open enough for her to identify it as a bathroom. The other she guessed to be his bedroom…a sudden gulp came down her throat as she took a seat on the couch as Dick popped the movie into the VCR.

To be honest, the movie was very amusing, at least in Cory's eyes. She was fascinated by how realistic they made the blood look and how accurately it extricated from the victim's wounds. But she didn't laugh because her head was rested snugly on Dick's chest. He had done the age old 'yawn and rest my arm around your shoulder' trick and their bodies were pressed together in a hot, immovable way. After a while she curled her legs up on the couch, against Dick thigh, thinking he wasn't conscious of this motion. He aware of it and held his breath at the feeling of her breasts on his side and their hips knocked together. "Sorry," she apologized in a tiny squeak-like voice that he thought was adorable in a way.

"No, i-it's okay." She raised an eyebrow as she caught his brief stutter but brushed it off, trying to seem like she was into the movie and Dick did the same. When the movie had ended, they stretched and Cory's eyes landed on the kitchen, her stomach in a roar again.

"You hungry, I could make you something?" she offered and he shrugged, the both of them coming up to the fridge. He swung it open and watched Cory as she bent her legs a bit to take a look inside. At that moment he realized her shirt ridded up and he could see a portion of her back and a peek of her underwear from her jeans. Polka-dots, huh, he'd always guessed Cory to be the type to wear a sexy red thong or something…but strangely he found the polka-dots more erotic in a way. She grabbed a few things and stood up again snapping his focus back in check. "How bout I just make a salad and drinks and you order some pizza and hot wings?" He didn't object and took out his cell.

He saw he had one missed call from Bruce, but remembered how mad he'd been when he found out about him and Blood's temporary tag-team and decided he didn't want to talk to him for now…at least not tonight. He dialed up a local pizzeria and ordered a cheese pizza and mildly spicy, hot wings. Then he turned off the cell and left it on the stand by the couch. He watched Cory in the kitchen, chopping down a cucumber like a top chef and a warm feeling stole over him, seeing her in his kitchen having a romantic dinner alone with him, like it was some kind of victory of some sort.

Twenty minutes later, every thing was set. They sat at his table with their food in the middle, the pineapple smoothies with a dab of Le Condor at the side of their plates. Dick told a few jokes that made Cory sick with laugher. Her cackle died down as she turned her head and saw a box of playing cards. For a second her mind made a twisted analysis of the image: Strip Poker. She turned to Dick with a devious engaging look. He blinked with an antsy feeling. "Wanna do something fun?" she asked with a half grin. Dick raised an eyebrow.

"What?"

Cory nodded her head in the direction of the card box. "Let's play poker." He looked over at the cards and concluded he had left them there from the poker game him, Wally, and Gar had had a couple nights ago. He shrugged until he heard the last part of what Cory murmured next. "Strip Poker." His eyes widened as she got up o retrieve the cards and shuffled them in her hand neatly. "Let's see who get who down to their undies first…"

Estell and Rev sat on the couch in their living room. She was frowning, eyes darting from the door to the clock every now and then. It was nine-thirty, Cory said she'd be back by eight, an hour and thirty minutes ago. Estell tried to watch TV and relax but it was hard. She was worried. Usually when Cory said something you could count on it. Rev, who was reading a car magazine, specifically an article on the engine of a Bugatti Veyron, looked at her with a sigh and back to his reading. Almost exactly five seconds later, Estell flew to her feet, pacing in front of the couch with her hands clasped behind her back like some female version Sherlock Homes. "Where the hell is she?" she demanded.

"Probably out doing what most twenty-four year olds do at their boyfriend's house." Rev answered without skipping a beat. Quiet greeted him and then Estell had suddenly grabbed her coat and the Angel's car keys. "You're not going after her are you?" he was staring at her and she snorted.

"Humph, if she's having fun, so am I, I'm going to a freaking bar for a damn drink," she had a mean look on her face that sort of scared him. "Wanna come?" she added, glancing back at his face.

Rev thought a second and concluded that the police dragging home a drunk Estell would not paint a pretty picture. He got up, grabbed his coat and took the keys from her. She gave him a look of confusion. "I am not driving back with you drunk behind me, so think again." She blinked before shrugging and they both headed out the door…

Dick sat tensely in his underwear, humiliated. He never did suck at poker. In fact, he had won the whole pot last time he played and racked up about two hundred from Wally and Gar. Yet here he was ridiculed at a game he thought he could handle. The girl in front of him had beaten him down in the according order: A full house of three aces and a pair of queens against his flush that had cost him his watch. He wasn't discouraged at this, however, dismissing it as luck on her part in the game of chance. But when she planted down a straight flush of 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9 hearts, and him a four of a kind ace, joker, 10, 9, and 4 diamonds, he began to feel a twang of unease as he removed his shirt.

And just a minute ago she had robbed him of his pants with her own four of a kind, when he had been holding s straight. But now he had her. His hand now consisted of a brilliant straight flush that he was intuitively sure would give him a victory. His opponent was smirking at him, showing the same exact amount of skin she had arrived in. Oh, but now he would wipe that look off her face.

Cory put down a full house of three jeering jokers and two 9's, sitting back in her chair with hands folded and placed to the back of her head. "Say good bye, boxers." She giggled full of herself. A toothy grin spread on Dick's face and just as he predicted, the smugness had been robbed from hers. He slapped down his straight flush, causing Cory to stare at the cards as if they were a deadly dose of venom.

"I'd rather say hello to your bra," he said slyly, and Cory sighed, crossing her arms over her waist to grip both sides of her sweater. Dick's breath caught slightly as she slowly elevated it over her shoulders and laid the garment to her lap. He gawked at the frilly pink push up that hugged Cory's surprisingly full 38 C breasts. His eyes trailed downward, tracing her flat caramel brown stomach in an intense manner, feeling a boner coming on.

Cory cleared her throat and his attention focused back on the game they had been playing. They drew new cards and continued their game, but Dick's eyes wouldn't quit, gravitating to Cory's body like the moon drawn to the earth. She glanced up and noticed how desperately anxious he looked, a smile creeping on her face. She leaned forward over the table, shielding her cards to her neck as she did. Dick got full view of her cleavage and gulped with want.

"Let's make a bet," she whispered seductively. Dick's eyebrows knitted together and he looked as if he would protest, so she rested her free hand to his lower forearm, instantly shutting him up. "I win, I take your pants and go home…but if you win…" she trailed off with a teasing grin that made Dick absolutely insane. "I'll stay and give you what you want." His eyes comically lit up and Cory worked hard to stifle a giggle.

"What I want, meaning…" He asked in a fragment, knowing she would get what he implied.

"Yep, that is what your want, right?" A blush as scarlet as the flesh of a grapefruit stole over his face as he nodded. "You go first, then…" she sat back in her chair again, watching him. Dick hesitated, his mind reviewing the outcomes of the game so far. There was a slim chance he'd win but he dared to put down his cards, a simple three of a kind. He saw Cory's lips curl up slightly into a small grin and frowned, his hands gripping the rim of his boxers ready to face defeat.

But instead Cory's hand was…a pair? His eyes bulged with shocked sense of victory at the fact that he had won. Cory walked to him surely and planted her self on his lap in a straddle position. Her small arms wrapped around his neck as she pressed full lips to his and kissed him fiercely in such a way he couldn't rack his brain and find a definition for it. He hugged her waist tightly as they made out, her soft chest pressed against his hard. The sensation mystified him and he felt himself go painfully stiff in the pants.

Cory moaned softly at the feeling of it against her thigh and she tackled him. The two of them fell backwards, along with his chair, onto the floor. Oh God, Dick thought, tugging at the buttons of Cory's jeans. I am a lucky man…

Rev stared blankly at the shot glass in his hand. It fascinated him, his own little liquid heaven that could fill him with one gulp. His arm flexed and the liquor sloshed down his throat with a desirable after taste. The bartender in front of him, watched with a pitying look as Rev slumped down a bit in his stool. What liquor does to a man, he thought shaking his head as he cleaned another glass.

Rev looked like pure shit, eyes teary, mouth selectively dry, reaction time dulled with alcohol. But what was worst was his flashy companion. Estell's head was perched on the bar counter, her blond hair hanging over her face limply. She looked like she was out cold and a sober thought came to Rev. Godda ged home. Okay, so the thought was mostly sober. "Hey…hey you," he called to the bartender, who nodded. "Caw usa daxi…" his words were slurred but the bartender could decipher enough to dial for a taxi.

"Esdell," he gave her a hard shake and her head snapped up as she groaned.

"Watta ya want?" she whined leaning back into his chest.

"Godda go home…doo drunk." Rev answered putting an arm around her waist helping her up and Estell stumbled off the seat, nearly falling. The two of them staggered along outside to a yellow taxi and crawled inside. Rev told the driver their address and the driver nodded, wondering what the hell happened to the two idiots in his cab. They couldn't even sit up right, laying out on top of each other across the seats in an untidy heap. He parked out side the villa and barked for them to get their drunk asses out of his car. "Feck yo," Rev gave the hot-headed cab driver his middle finger as payment and the vehicle sped off.

Estell had half collapsed against Rev's shoulder, as he unlocked the house door. He threw her to the couch and turned to go to his now furnished room upstairs, but she hugged his lower waist clumsily from behind. "Rev, take me uh bed." Rev groaned and hoisted her onto his back, teetering up the steps. Estell sighed against his ear and Rev blushed beside himself. "You smell gewd…what'd you showa wit?" she asked dazed and he raised an eyebrow, not answering. Rev set her in the hallway and entered his room. As he stripped out of his clothes Estell followed him, lying on his bed. he heard her and turned.

"Esdell! Ged oud!" he snapped and she stretched out, wrapped in his sheets.

"Dun wanna," was her answered, getting up, his covers spilling onto the floor as she pulled her shirt off. Rev stared at her in her white lacy bra and gazed away. He'd always wanted to see her bra, but it felt wrong to do now, when her mind was as high as a kite.

"Don'd do dad," Estell looked at him and a insanely flirty grin came cross her face. She pressed her body to his against a wall and kissed him. Rev was stunned and pushed her back. "Wadda ya doin?"

"Having...fun," she murmured with a giggle, sliding a hand down his chest and to he bulge of his pants, causing him to turn bright red. He quickly set her on the bed and took a step back. She's uh drunk an' nod dinkin shraighd... Estell fell back and didnt sit up, laying sprawled on his bed with a snooze. Rev sighed, pulling the comforter off the ground where she left it and slept on the wooden floor. He was deep in sleep when Estell rolled off the side of the bed and onto the floor. "Owww." She groaned, scratching her head as she snuggled into Rev…

An agitated Bruce Wayne walked into Dick's apartment after loosening the new lock he had installed. He came to inform Grayson on the ploy of luring Joker to his party next week. If Dick had answered his damn cell phone he wouldn't have had to go through the trouble of dropping by. "Dick," Bruce called out, passing through the living room.

His eyes fell on the creaked door of Dick's bedroom and he pushed it open. "Dick?" he peered in the dark room at the human sized lump that lay on the youth's bed. "Richard." He turned on the lamp that sat on the nightstand beside the bed and nearly stumble back in surprise. he stared at the sleeping face of Cory wrapped in Dick's arms. He took a wild guess that they we're naked and turned the light out as he walked out of the room, feeling like he had just intruded on the intimate progression of their relationship. He sighed putting the door lock back in place. Kids…