Song: W.T.P
Artist-Eminem
I do not own anything that Eminem has created, nor do I own the Teen Titans.
Lyrics in Italics
Robin was waiting outside the entrance to the Joke House for Anny, she was late. He watched as another woman walked by, maybe she hadn't been able to make it? Just as he was about to leave he heard a voice from behind him.
"Are you just going to leave me after I told you about this place?" Robin turned around and smiled. Anny was wearing a red, strapless party dress with black leggings and red and black platforms. She wore little makeup, just enough to bring out the color in her green eyes and the blush on her cheeks.
"So, are we going to inside or are you gonna keep staring at me?" Robin snapped back to reality at this, blushing a little out of embarrassment. He hadn't meant to stare at Anny like that, but she looked amazing in that outfit. He felt like he had when he first saw Starfire in the dress she wore during his 'date' with Kitten. Robin shivered at the thought of Kitten.
"Let's go, I want to hear the comedian," Robin said, "After what I went through today I need a good laugh." She smiled before crawling through the opening in the stairs. Robin couldn't help but notice how the dress helped show off Anny's features. As he began to crawl through the opening he heard a voice in his head shout at him.
"How could you think like that? We were in love with Starfire, the beautiful alien princess that you were infatuated with, or have you already forgotten about her?" Robin instantly felt guilty, how could he do that to Star? He was the reason she was dead, he was the reason he had never confessed his love to her; so why should he get the chance to have the same feelings for someone else? He knew he would never be able to move on from Starfire, not after everything that had happened, so it wouldn't be fare to lead Anny on like that. Anny noticed the depressed look on Robin's face and sighed, this was going to be a long night if he was going to be in a bad mood. Better to fix it now rather than later.
"Robin, you need to stop dwelling in the past." He gave her a surprised look,
"How did you know I was thinking about the past?"
"You just told me," she smiled. It had just been a guess so she figured she would get him to admit it or not; pretty simple trick. "Look, this is supposed to be a fun place, so lighten up and have fun. The past is the past, and while it may hurt in the present you can get over it and have a better future." She was looking into his sunglasses with her deep green eyes, it felt like the sunglasses were a barrier between them and she wanted to remove it. She reached up to move them but his hand grabbed her wrist before she could touch them.
"The sunglasses stay, my eyes and identity are all I have. Please don't try to take either from me." The sternness in his voice was countered by the softness of the demand. Anny nodded, knowing this was one thing he was not going to argue over; the point was final. They walked in silence until they reached the first door where the only sounds were the guard asking for the password and Anny giving it. The pair didn't talk until they reached a booth near the back of the club. Less people were dancing and more were sitting, waiting for the comedian to appear. Robin checked the clock; it read nine forty-seven. He had napped from when he had gotten home till almost eight. Bruce had woken him up saying his appointment with Black Canary was at eight, and since he had slept for so long he could eat when they got home.
"Hey Anny," he said, gaining her attention. "Who do you think is going to be up there tonight?" He was very interested, some comedians he didn't like because of the jokes they told. If they told jokes at the expense of others he wasn't going to pay attention; he hated comedians like that.
"I don't know, but they are always good. The Joke House does not disappoint." Content with the answer he motioned a waiter over to their table.
"Hello sir and madam, my name is Eric, what can I get you guys?" Eric was tall with short blond hair and blue eyes. Robin knew what the different social classes of Gotham looked like, and Eric could only be described as white trash. Robin wasn't one to trust people from bad backgrounds; he had put away a lot of people with similar back grounds as Eric. He was thinking how to handle this situation without accidentally offending Eric when he heard Eric say,
"Wait a minute, Anny, is that you?" This brought Robin's focus to the conversation rather than his own thoughts.
"Wait, are you Eric Drisban?" Anny was now studying the waiter intensely.
"The one and only," he flashed a pearly white smile. Anny giggled and wrapped him in a hug, causing him to fall onto the seat of their booth.
"Oh my gosh, it's been forever since I've seen you," Anny exclaimed. How've you been doing Eric?" Robin knew this was going to lead to him being excluded from the conversation if he didn't say something soon, so he cleared his throat.
"How do you two know each other," he asked. It had surprised him that Anny, who seemed to be a very sweet girl, would know a guy like Eric.
"Oh, Eric and I go way back. We were best friends in school. Wasn't it first grade we met?" She gave Eric a small smile. He returned it before speaking.
"Yeah, it was first grade. We got to be good friends and it just stuck through all of elementary, middle, and high school. We lost touch after words though; Anny here got a good scholarship to a collage in uptown Gotham, while I stayed in the trailer park." These words surprised Robin, could Anny be from the white trash part of town? She seemed like she had grown up in a better part of the city, but then you couldn't judge a book by its cover. He was bad at that; he was one to jump to conclusions too easily.
"So Eric, what've you been up to? I haven't seen you around here before; is this your new job?" Anny was now back in conversation with Eric, and completely ignoring Robin.
"Yeah, I'm using this job to help pay my way through collage. I'm going to be a dentist." He gave them another white smile.
"You obviously have the teeth for it," Anny joked, giggling a little. "Anyways, do you think you could bring us an extra large pepperoni pizza?" Eric nodded, smiling as he walked away. Robin had a frown on his face; he really didn't like that Eric guy. Anny noticed this and got upset, who was he to judge her friends?
"You can stop frowning now, the comedian is about to come on stage," Anny said coldly, not wanting to talk to him right now. The tone of her voice caught him off guard, but before he could say anything he heard the announcer say.
"Ladies and gentleman put your hands together for Patrick McMasters!" A short man with fiery red hair and a pale complexion stepped onto the stage. He began his act and Robin forgot about Anny for a bit, this guy was really funny. Talking about things like how he got drunk at his grandmothers Christmas party and ended up asking his wife if she was single. Robin was laughing; this was the most fun he'd had in a long time. About halfway through the guy's routine Eric returned with a large tray of pizza and a six-pack of PBR bear.
"Here ya go, one extra large pepperoni pizza, and one six-pack on the house. That'll be ten seventy eight." Robin handed the guy a ten and a five and told him to keep the change. Eric thanked him before he walked away.
"Oh, he remembered my favorite beer," Anny exclaimed before taking one from the box. Robin eyed it warily; he was not one for drinking, especially since he was only seventeen.
"Oh come on Robin, lighten up. Have a beer and relax." She grabbed another one from the pack and offered it to him. He shook his head no and she shrugged her shoulders before replacing the bottle. He grabbed a slice of pizza before turning back to the show. He kept an eye on Anny's drinking though; he didn't think she would be a heavy drinker, but she was already on her second beer and it hadn't even been five minutes since Eric had brought it out. By the end of the show Anny had drank four beers from the pack and was working on her fifth. The comedian said he was on his last joke, and he told every one to listen up.
"Ok, so I heard this joke a while back and thought it was so funny I actually did it, and that's why I'm on my second wife," he paused for the ensuing laughter. "So here's what I did. I bought my wife two things for Christmas, a pair of shoes and a vibrater. I told her if she didn't like the shoes, she could go fuck herself." At this the entire club burst out with laughter. Robin was clutching his sides; he had not been expecting that. Anny's reaction was a magnified by the alcohol. She was literally rolling on the floor laughing, the beer in her hand spilling a little. Robin helped her back up to the table.
"That was hilarious," she said, her face still red from laughing so much. Robin nodded in agreement, thinking she was drunk.
"Ok Anny, you're drunk and need to go home."
"The fuck, there is no way in hell I'm drunk. When I start drinking I act like I did in high school, I was a party animal from the trailer park back then Robin. Now have a beer, loosen up." She handed him the last beer from the pack and he grabbed it. He felt the same temptation from this cold bottle that he had from the whiskey bottles all that time ago. It was one beer, what could possibly go wrong? As he finished the beer he heard them start up the music again and watched as the lights were turned back on.
"Oh, I love this song! Let's dance." Anny dragged him to the dance floor and he heard the sound of Eminem's voice fill the room.
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better ask somebody
Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party!
He and Anny were dancing together, but Anny took the lead; he wasn't exactly the beset dancer in the world. He grabbed another beer from a table and left a couple bills in its place. He downed this one as Anny ordered another six-pack from a passing waiter. When the waiter returned they both took another one and began drinking. Robin was having more fun now than he had ever had. The closest thing he to this he had ever done was that party he had gone to with Blackfire before they had helped bring her to justice, but it was still nothing compared to this. Anny started getting a bit dirtier with her dancing, grinding against him roughly. He happily complied by wrapping his hands around her waist.
Now whether you're black, white or purple
If you're misunderstood
But you don't give a fuck
You ain't doin' shit that you should
Long as you know you're up to evil
And you're no damn good
Get on the floor, man, and rep your 'hood
Robin was now dancing like the people around him, like white trash. Anny was right there with him, doing naughty little moves to get him going. She was now facing him and pressing herself against him, this was the real Anny. She was down right, evil, white trash from the trailer park. Robin noticed Eric staring at them with envy, and being buzzed Robin flipped him the finger. He was drinking his sixth or seventh beer and had started to feel it. He was feeling a bit fuzzy, but at the same time he felt free.
Now you can do this on your own
But everyone knows that no one likes to be alone
So get on the floor and grab somebody
Ain't nothin' but a White Trash Party!
So let's have us a little bash
And if anyone asks
If there ain't no one but us trash
You dunno, you better ask somebody
Cause we're havin' a White Trash Party!
Anny looked at him, on her twelfth beer, but only a bit buzzed. Growing up in the trailer park had gotten her to the point she could really handle her alcohol. She looked at Robin and smiled, he was finally having fun, and all it took was a few beers. She felt like a teenager again, partying with a beer in hand and a cute boy in front of her, but one thing was missing. She leaned in and kissed Robin, surprising him at first, but he quickly returned it. She dragged him away from the dance floor and towards one of the many doors on the back wall. She opened it and Robin saw a bed in the room.
"What's with the bed," he slurred.
"They have a few rooms in the back for people who are too drunk to drive home, and you're one of those people. Now come on, let's go to sleep." She left him standing in the door way, walking seductively towards the bed. He grinned and chased after her.
…
Robin woke up with his head pounding as sunlight shown threw the window. He didn't know why his head until he turned his head and found Anny's naked form laying next to his. The memories of the previous night hit him like a ton of bricks, the drinking, the partying, and the bedroom. How stupid of him, why had he even taken the first beer from Anny? He knew he had a drinking problem; it was obvious from what he had done to himself when SAW had been the bane of his existence. But why did he take it in the first place, he had made sure he stayed away from anything alcoholic since he had stopped drinking; so what would cause him to drink? Maybe he was going crazy?
"Hey, good morning Robin, did you sleep well?" Anny was smiling at him lazily, either not caring or not noticing that she had no cloths on.
"I slept fine, but we, last night, and…"
"Shhhhh, it's ok. I did it all the time in high school." She scooted closer to him and kissed him softly on the lips. "I'm sorry it happened like that, but I do really like you." She snuggled against the stunned Robin. She had said she liked him, him of all people. He had killed a man, had was on probation from the Justice league; yet she still liked him. Maybe it was time he learned to let go of the past, because he did feel something for Anny, but it wasn't as strong as what he had felt for Starfire.
"Ok, but we need to keep this a secret, understood." She nodded before standing up. He watched her as she shimmied into her underwear
"You've got a nice butt," he commented. She smiled at him over her shoulder.
"You said that last night, though you didn't use those exact words." She giggled before pulling her shirt over her head. "Now get dressed, you need to get home before Batman starts wondering why you were out all night." Robin nodded, standing up he felt something slip off his face. He watched as his sunglasses fell to the floor and shatter. Then he looked up at Anny, his baby blue eyes full of shock.
"You left my sunglasses on?" He figured she would have removed them, especially seeing what they had done last night.
"You said it was one of the two things you had left, your eyes and your identity. I guess now you only have your identity." He nodded slowly before beginning to dress. He was going to have a lot of explaining to do when he got home.
"I have to jet, I promised to meet a friend for breakfast." Anny smiled and kissed him on the cheek before rushing out the door.
…
"Mr. J I'm back," Harley called out in a sing song voice. She heard him talking to someone on the video phone, probably the guy who hired them. When he exited the room he was scratching his head in frustration.
"Harley, please tell me you got what we needed, the client is getting impatient."
"Yes I did Joker; I got plenty of stuff to give to the client, now how about a little fun time." She gave him an evil smile.
"Well, don't mind if I do." Joker smiled, this was a great day.