"I think we're a little underdressed." I told Tara as I looked out at the various suits and dresses at the bar.

"Do these people just not own normal clothes?" Tara asked. "I'm telling you, in this country you either wear a potato sack or a monkey suit. There's no in between."

"How much better would this place be if they were wearing actual monkey suits?"

"What are you, eight?" She asked sounding annoyed I would say something so immature. "...But actually a lot better. Especially after we get wasted." We walked up to the bar and two empty chairs. "Yo! Barkeep!" Tara shouted getting the bartender's attention. She looked over at us.

"два члена. что бы вы ни порекомендовали." I said. Or as said in English: Two drinks. Whatever you'd recommend.

"...You're American, aren't you?" She said. Not going to lie, I felt a slight panic for a second before clearing my throat.

"Tamaranean." I corrected her.

"Basically American. It's like Canada if it was underneath Mexico." Tara added for some reason. "Why'd you guess we were Americans?"

"Vwell you either are tourists who don't know much Russian or you just asked me to find you two dicks, whichever I like and would personally recommend. Which either means you're vreally desperate for some action and thought I'd know vwhich cocks here taste good or you vwanted to find a subtle vway of calling me a slut." The bartender explained and Tara burst out into laughter.

"You fucking dumbass!" She laughed.

"Yeah that makes a lot of sense to why you would know we're not from here." I stated.

"Since you speak English and I don't trust this guy to translate anymore, we've had a long day and need something to drink that'll actually do something and not the shit beer that's in the hotel rooms." Tara said.

"Those beers are horrible on purpose so you spend money buying expensive vodka down here." The bartender explained.

"Vodka?" I repeated. I'd never had any before, all I know is it's supposed to burn like hell and that doesn't sound like a good time.

"Awwww, what's wrong? Little lady can't drink?" Tara asked me in a mocking tone. "Two of your strongest."

"Your funeral." The bartender said before going to pour the shots.

"Seriously, aren't you like fifteen? How do you swear so much and insist on drinking the strongest drinks?" I mocked her.

"Shut the hell up, I'm nineteen."

"Could've fooled me with the whole being three apples tall thing." I said taking a hand and comparing our height, or rather the fact that her forehead only went up to my pecks and I towered over her.

"Ever think maybe you're just freakishly tall?"

"Me and Rick and Komi who are all basically my height, too?"

"Bite me."

"How'd you ever convince the Titans you were a good guy?"

"I was a really good actor." She said before clearing her throat and she started speaking in a peppier voice. "Sup? I'm Terra! Totally nice to meet you, dude! You're those Teen Titans I've heard about! You guys rock! Beast Boy, right? You're so cool!" She said before pretending she was gonna vomit.

"Wow, you actually are a good actor." I complimented her. "How'd you do that with your voice? It's like you went from Wednesday Addams to Gwen Tennyson in two seconds."

"I don't know what that means but again, real good actor. It's not a big deal, you do it too."

"No I don't."

"Yeah you do. When you try to be all intimidating and shit?"

"That's not me."

"Okay okay, you're telling me this whole Ghost thing is really just someone else who lives inside of you?"

"Yes! How many times do I have to say it? He's an accumulation of all my fears manifested into a guilt free, irrational murderer."

"What exactly is that? Like all your fears? What are those besides the letting your friends down or whatever?"

"Eat shit, I'm not telling you anything more than I already did this morning."

"Wow, I think I'm rubbing off on you more than I thought I was. Eat shit wasn't the comeback I was expecting." She said with a smirk. We finally got our drinks in little shot glasses. "We waited two minutes for this?"

"It's vodka."

"And you're boring." She said before she took a sip before coughing uncontrollably. "Fuck! That's strong!"

"Awwwwww, what's wrong? Little lady can't drink?" I asked her. She growled at me before she proceeded to down the whole shot. There was a light tremor beneath us. "Holy shit."

"Your turn." She said grinning like an evil Cheshire Cat with a raspy voice. I looked down at my drink before downing it myself... and it wasn't that bad.

"I've had worse." I said. Tara blinked in shock.

"There's no way." Was all she said.

"I guess I'm just better than you." I said slightly teasing her.

"Is that a challenge?" She asked. "I bet I could drink circles around you."

"That doesn't even make sense. Also didn't you just struggle to down one?"

"That was before I knew this was going to be a competition." She said before whistling to the bartender. "Hey! You got a spare quarter?" The bartender flipped Tara over a coin. "Heads or tails. Loser has to take a shot and answer whatever question the other one asks. First one to give up is the other one's bitch when we get back to Belle Reeve."

"Considering how easy the first shot went down for me and how much you struggled, I accept."

"Sick." Tara looked at the bartender. "Keep those shots coming."

"Who's paying for all this?" She asked.

"Put it on the tab of Princess Komand'r." I said before Tara and I snickered. I know we're essentially destroying this country's government but the idea of Komi having to actually pay for each shot of probably the most expensive drink in this entire hotel that we drank was amusing.

"Let's make it simple, just pick which side you want and you'll have that every time we flip."

"And it's what I get after I find out the magic question of how many drinks until Tara Markov's on her ass?"

"Only if the same goes for me."

"How would you even get tails?"

"It's basically heads except you eat my ass."

"Again, you're a princess and a former Teen Titan and you speak like that."

"Shut up and pick a side."

"Alright, heads." Tara flipped the coin and it landed on heads.

"Fuck!" She said before she took a shot. She shuddered  and slammed her fist on the table a couple of times. "Alright, what do you wanna know? No questions off the table."

"Your backstory from earlier. What happened in between when you got to Belle Reeve and when you passed out?"

"Ain't that the question? Ever hear of a coma? Yeah, I was in one of those. For four years. I have no idea how long after I was found or how I was still alive when they found me. In fact I only just woke up three months ago."

"Holy shit, really?"

"Yeah yeah, don't give me sympathy." Tara said before she flipped the coin again. Heads. "Mother fucker!"

"You regretting this game now?"

"Fuck off! I'm not a quitter!" She said before downing another shot. There was another tremor as she kicked her feet against the bar.

"Alright, alright, I'll give you an easy one. Why are you so against being called doll, doll?" I asked. She took a break from her tantrum to look at me with a half uncomfortable half angry look before looking away.

"That's not exactly the walk in the park question you think it is... that's what Slade called me." She simply said. I felt a bit of a pit in my stomach. "Us against the world, doll. That's what he'd tell me. Look, I'll be honest, it's not like I mind you saying it. It's just the memories that come back when you say it. I get angry. I'm an angry girl. And honestly I-... forget that part."

"I mean if anyone has something to be angry about I think being groomed and manipulated to help some guy kill a bunch of other kids your age is something you can absolutely be angry about."

"Yep. And now I'm starting to feel a little buzz kick in." She said before flipping the coin again. This time it was tails. "Yes! Eat shit!"

"Finally. If you died of alcohol poisoning before I even got another drink I'd be pissed." I said before taking another shot.

"What are you afraid of? What's the 'Crimson Ghost' made out of? Maggots and worms? Sugar, spice, everything nice?"

"I knew that was coming." I groaned. "I think I've already explained it to some extent but again I guess the old (Y,N) (L,N) was afraid of being a heinous villain everyone despised, which the Ghost relishes in. I'd hate to admit it but I think I'm still afraid of the Scarecrow. Even after killing him. I fear someday he'll come back and ruin my life even more. When I hear the Ghost speak... he speaks in Scarecrow's voice. They share the same cackle. I'm afraid of... never mind."

"Uh uh! You know the rules! You've gotta spill everything." Tara said. Meanwhile I saw in her eyes she was looking at me with a pitiful look. Like she was trying to convince me she was a trustworthy confidant. But then she looked away like she was trying to hide the fact she cared. That's counter productive if you're trying to convince me you actually are my friend... wait is she? "I mean, it's only fair considering I told you about my problems dealing with the only meaningful relationship in my life being with a pedophile." She added trying to sound cold. Wait I'm confused which one is the act? "And can you stop with the trying to be a step ahead of everyone thing? Some people you just aren't going to be able to figure out."

"Well, I was going to say I'm afraid of loving someone again. Almost being murdered by your only ex and trying to murder them back can do that to someone."

"Preaching to the choir on that one."

"I'm afraid of any form of relationship with anyone because not only did my other friends also try to murder me, but I don't want to kill them. I haven't had the friends to test this theory out yet but I'm afraid the ghost will have a special attraction to anyone I care about and he'll actually zero in on them if they're around the next time he comes out. I can't do that again. I can't let anyone down again. And I'm afraid of the unknown. I hate not knowing something and being able to be read. I try to be the smartest person in the room and to never let my guard down again so if someone's even thinking of backstabbing me I can kill them first. God I need another drink."

"That can be arranged." Tara said. Heads. "How!?"

"Your luck must absolutely suck." I said. She took another shot and hung her head.

"Dude, I think I might die. Why did we drink straight vodka without anything else?"

"Quit being a baby." I said.

"Just ask a fucking question."

"What were you going to say earlier when you said forget it while we were talking about how I called you doll?"

"You're the worst." Tara said punching me in the chest with a weak fist. "The truth is I actually... I actually started to like hearing you call me doll today. But... I guess I have trust issues again, thinking about who the last person who I liked to call me that was. Hey look, I already see it in your eyes, don't go feeling all bad for hurting me because you accidentally got me thinking about something shitty from my past. You didn't mean it, it's not something to beat yourself up over."

"Fuck! Why are you so good at reading me!?"

"I dunno. Maybe because we aren't all that different." She said before flipping the coin. Tails. I took a shot and actually felt a little burning now and started coughing a little.

"Okay third one in these are starting to hit." I said hitting me chest.

"Do you consider us friends? And before you go 'I don't have friends', humor me and think back to when you hung out with those losers in high school or whatever, do you like hanging out with me as much as you liked them back then?"

"I...I..."

"Let me make this easier for you. This may be the four shots or whatever, but no bullshit, I consider you a friend. More than any of the Titans. The fact I'm telling you any of this shit after only really talking to you for a little over a day should be enough proof of that. Do you know how much fucking with my head it took for Beast Boy to learn anything about the real me? Months."

"...I guess if I were to still have friends, you would be one of them."

Hahahahahahahaha...

"I can live with that. That's progress." Heads. "Fucking AIDS!"

"Fucking AIDS?"

"It's like saying 'this shit is cancer' but better."

"What's with repeatedly talking about my dick and calling me handsome?"

"It was nice looking and I may or may not consider you hot! That's a stupid question." Tails. I took another drink and now they were starting to hit me. "Truth or Dare?"

"That's not the game we're playing."

"Awwwwww, what's wrong? Little lady can't play two games?"

"Fuck you, dare."

"Compliment me."

"That's a stupid dare. How am I going to compliment the hot blonde girl with a feisty attitude that's totally my type no matter how much Elsa told me how toxic they are? It's not like she's got some cute freckles on her face or anything. Or like she somehow was the most badass person in a firefight with the Russian military that included an alien warrior princess." I said. Tara's face became red as she covered her smile with her hand poorly. I took the coin from the table and flipped it. Heads. "Truth or Dare?"

"Dare me, spooks."

"I dare you to talk in the other voice for the rest of the night. The one you used to fool the titans. I wanna see if you can keep it wasted."
I said and Tara laughed.

"Alright, dude. Whatever floats your boat." She said once more in her chipper voice. Tails. "Sweet! Truth or dare?"

"Truth."

"Wimp!"

"Wimp?"

"Titans Terra doesn't swear. Not very hero like, Y'know?" She said with a smile. "Did you and Blackfire actually... Y'know do it?"

"No! We really didn't!"

"Wow you must actually be stupid or something."

"Maybe." Heads. "Truth or dare?"

"D-dare."

"I dare you... I dare you to take off your top." I said. Tara gasped.

"Crimson! You're so bad!" She said before grinning. "So am I." She finished her thought with a per before taking off her red blouse, but she revealed she wore a white mini tank underneath it.

"What!? No way! When did you put that on!? You did not have that in the store!"

"Did sssomeone not get what they w-wanted?" She stuck her tongue out. "Don't worry... if it lands on... heads again, a dare is a dare~." I flipped the coin again and got heads. But this time I didn't have another shot ready to drink.

"Hey! Where's the drink?" I asked.

"I'm cutting you two off. You two are going to kill each other at this point." The bartender spoke up. Tara screamed.

"Dude! W-when did you get here!?" She asked the bartender.

"My point exactly. Now get out before this one makes a fool of herself and undresses in front of all these couples on honeymoon." The bartender added.

"Up yours lady! We don't need this dumb place anyways!" Tara said as we got up.

"Sev... nevermind she's not worth it." I said as we stumbled out of the bar.

"Which floor are we supposed to go to?" Tara asked.

"Siiiiiiiiiveeeeeennxxxx?" I couldn't decide which number was the right answer in my head. We "walked" over into the elevator and looked at the buttons.

"Wait! We're totally morons, dude! First is the worst, second is the best! We're on the second to top floor remember!? Because the bitch with the codes lives on the tippy top!"

"Oh yeah! That's bullshit she gets special treatment. We should kick her ass!"

"No way, dude. I'm so wasted." She muttered as she hit the second to top button and the elevator doors closed. We stood in silence for a brief moment before Tara looked up at me. "Hey."

"Yeah?"

"Truth or Dare."

"We aren't drinking anymore."

"Awwwww, what's wrong?" Tara said but in less of a teasing way. She almost said it in a sultry tone.

"Okay, okay, dare." I said looking her in her beautiful, half lidded blue eyes.

"I dare you to kiss me." She stated with a straight face, refusing to break eye contact. She grabbed me by the sweater to pull me closer.

"That's a stupid dare." I said before picking Tara up as she simultaneously jumped onto me and we shared a kiss with one of her hands holding onto my shirt and the other ruffling my hair. My hands explored her body as she pressed herself against me. We only stopped once we heard the elevator doors open.

"Truth or dare? Say truth."

"Truth."

"Was that as good for you as it was for me?"

"I think so. Truth or dare? Say dare."

"Dare."

"I dare you to do that again."