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]

"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."