"Let's make this interesting," Dinah turned to Zattana and kissed her. "Go ahead, babe."
Zattana pulled her wand out of thin air, spoke some words backwards and poof, tiny plastic cups with jello in them and racks of test tubes that held glowing vodka inside, appeared on the table.
"Here's one for starters," Helena paused, "I have slept with someone in the league."
Shayera and her friends each downed a jello shot. Diana looked at Tora who didn't move, before picking up one of the test tubes and draining its content, to the surprise of everyone.
"Dude, you are so explaining that," Helena slams her fist on her palm, "If we have to beat it out of you."
Diana glanced at Shayera, "Crimson Fox. A long time ago." Shayera looked hurt and tried her best to hide it.
"Uhm, I have slept with five or more people," Tora downed a jello shot, so did the rest of the group.
"I have slept with 10 or more people," Helena was fixated on Tora.
Tora and Helena clinked their test tubes together, and gulped down the contents, so did Diana, again to the surprise of everyone. Shayera crossed her arms. Something in the pit of her stomach was threatening to blow up, and it wasn't vomit. Without uttering a word, they wait for Diana to explain.
"I have lived for a long time, far longer than any of you. The numbers will add up, at some point," Diana's hand covered her burp, "As soon as I hit puberty, everybody wanted to have a piece of the princess. Mother was queen. It held them off for a while."
The girls hooted, making noises and slamming their fists on the table. They laughed and cheered Diana on. Shayera was scowling, her chin rests on her hand. The questions keep coming.
"Did you only sleep with women?"
"When was your first sexual encounter?"
"How old are you?"
"Is everybody there screwing around with each other?"
"Have you slept with everyone?"
Diana put her hand up, pointed at each of the inquisitors, "Yes. 16. Not a chance. Pretty much. And no."
"This stinks," Shayera muttered and stormed out of the table. Her friends looked at her, then turned to Diana.
"Excuse me," Diana said to the group before going after Shayera. Diana caught her by the arm, "Why?"
"Why what?"
"Why are you dressed that way? Who's it for?" Diana was desperate to hear the words.
"For.. For you." Shayera stuttered.
"Not for John?"
"No. What? No." Shayera was irritated, "Get with the program, Diana. I'm Morticia, you're Gomez. We're a couple."
"But why?"
"I wanted to surprise you. Thought we'd have a good laugh over it."
Diana took to her heels. It was for her all right, but not for reasons that interest her.
Shayera was right behind her, "Can't believe you slept with Crimson Fox. Who else Diana? You slept with her too?" Shayera pointed back at their table, referring to Tora, "Unbelievable!"
"That was a long time ago. I've moved on. Unlike some people."
"What the hell does that suppose to mean?" Shayera spun her around by the wrist.
"All you see is John. No one else. So pathetic, how you follow him around like a dog. The man didn't even choose you, Shayera."
"Don't be an asshole, Diana." Shayera was defensive, "John and I, we have a history."
"Exactly." Diana grabbed her arms, "You have a history, a past. Not the present. Not the future."
"But we do, have a future." Shayera quivered, "We have a son."
Diana looked at her with pity. Shayera has really lost it, she thought.
"John and Batman were on a mission. They went after Chronos who can travel through time. They followed him to the future.. and they saw our son. Mine and John's."
Diana slowly backed away from Shayera, devastated. The place was starting to look fuzzy. She staggered, swallowing a lump in her throat. She lifted her gaze and looked at Shayera one last time. I have died everyday waiting for you. Darling don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years. Somewhere a song was playing softly.
There's a scream inside Diana that she wants to let out. Everything in her chest feels heavy. She wasn't prepared at how devastating tonight was going to get. She reached for her comm link, "J'onn, come in." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, "This is an emergency. I repeat, an emergency. Get me out of here. Please."