for Stephanie

[goodfellow]

Robin could hardly hear a thing over the massive cheers and applause from the crowd as two burly football players righted him back onto his feet beside the keg. He looked out at the crowd then and without pause took a flourished bow. "This is good shit!" he announced, to more cheers.

The word around the frat party was that the older guy with the curly hair was a grad student who'd once been a member of the same frat in another city and held some record for most keg stands in a single night.

He'd get to another one later. Sometimes he just felt like... recapturing his youth.

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[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

When Robin walked away, he didn't so much as stumble. He probably could have downed the entire keg over the course of the evening without passing out, and it would take near that much to get him truly drunk. For now, he was only doing it for the applause. And because he was bored as hell, and because there was nothing like cute little blonde co-eds.

Speaking of which, when he sauntered outside he leaned right over one when he picked up a plastic cup from a table. "Need a refill?" he asked with a flashy grin.

[seetomorrow.livejournal.com]

Steph noticed the not-stumble and wondered what the hell kind of liver this guy was sporting.

He was charming, though and even though Stephanie was trying to be careful with liquor consumption that night, she had been nursing the same glass for a while and people would start to notice soon.

"Sure thing, champ," she said, holding her glass out to be refilled.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin knew immediately what she was drinking from the smell, picked up a nearby bottle, and poured perfectly without even looking at the glass. "Here you are," he said, and then filled his own cup. "Having fun?"

[seetomorrow.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," she said as she took the drink from him, having subtly watched him pour it the whole time to make sure she didn't end up drugged.

"A bit. Not nearly as much as you, apparently." It was a party. Steph generally didn't care for parties unless there was rampant crime she could interrupt.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Well, recognizing that is the first step to recovery," said Robin. "But here's my secret - I find pretty much everything to be a good time. So what's a good time to you?"

[seetomorrow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, you know, gymnastics, going for a run, curling up at night with a good book in a comfy chair," she said.

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

Robin lifted an eyebrow.

"Really?"

He paused, and then added, "That sounds like a Miss America answer."

[seetomorrow.livejournal.com]

Steph laughed richly. "I'm just not good at parties," she said, glancing around. "A little bit of social anxiety, you know."

[puckfellow.livejournal.com]

"Oh, pretty girl like you?" Robin purred. "Say it ain't so. Do I make you anxious?"

[seetomorrow.livejournal.com]

Steph laughed softly. "Maybe a little. Haven't decided what sort of anxious it is yet, though."