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Garfield couldn't help but groan as he stared across the crowded establishment, his green eyes darting between the two girls sat at the bar. His friend Dick had his eye on the pretty redhead, and had been working up the courage to approach her for the last hour.

Which meant that Garfield would be stepping in as his buddy's wingman; distracting the girl's friend.

She was kind of hot, in a creepy, alternative way. Not his usual type by any definition, but she definitely looked good in the little black dress she was wearing. Her black hair was much shorter than the redhead's, barely passing her shoulders. He had only caught a few glimpses of her face, but from what he could tell, she certainly had her looks going for her.

Dick was standing beside him, muttering words of encouragement under his breath. Despite the fact that his friend was a pretty handsome dude, Dick Grayson was pretty pathetic when it came to wooing pretty girls.

Garfield, himself, wasn't much better - but tonight he didn't have the added pressure of wanting to succeed. The friend was cute, that was for sure. But, knowing she would undoubtedly turn him down the second he approached her, he wasn't nearly as nervous as Dick.

"I'll just offer to buy her a drink," his friend mused, nodding to himself as he smoothed out the wrinkles on his shirt.

"Creative," Garfield remarked, taking the time to pat down his own disheveled t-shirt. Just because he knew he was gonna get rejected, didn't mean he couldn't at least look decent. He was, however, regretting his attire. Dick was still in his work clothes, which consisted of a maroon dress shirt and black slacks. Garfield, on the other hand, had had the evening off, and spent most of the day lazing around in a faded black band tee. He at least had the foresight to change out of his sweats and into a nice pair of jeans.

But if he had known that Dick's conquest was gonna have an equally attractive counterpart, he probably would have worn something a little nicer. And a little less pizza-stained. Though, it did kind of blend into the band's graphic.

"Okay, I've got this," Dick continued, before giving Garfield a sideways glance. "You got this?"

Garfield winked cheekily, running his fingers through his choppy blond hair. "Nope!"

His dark haired friend sighed, his exasperation obvious. "Just don't piss the girl off, okay? Have a nice conversation or something." He began walking towards the pair, his slip-proof loafers clapping against the linoleum flooring. "Hey, maybe she'll actually like you."

Garfield rolled his eyes at that, before following after Dick. They had attempted the whole wingman thing several times, but it had yet to play out. Garfield was currently in the midst of his longest dry-spell yet, and Dick didn't fair much better. It seemed girls in their mid-twenties weren't interested in one-night-stands with chain-restaurant waiters.

But hey, maybe they'd both get lucky for once.

As they neared the two women, Garfield's eyes quickly scoped out the redhead. She was unbelievably pretty, with a nice tan and waist-length hair. Her outfit was rather revealing, being just a short, ruffled, pale pink romper that highlighted her cleavage. She was swiveling back and forth on the bar stool, her bright green eyes surveying the room as she idly sipped on the fruity drink in her hands. Garfield watched as her gaze met Dick's, causing his buddy to nearly trip over himself. Biting back a laugh, Garfield turned his attention towards the friend.

Up close, he discovered that he had been wrong about his initial take on the girl. She wasn't kind of hot - she was smoking. Like the redhead, she was also sitting on one of the rickety old bar stools, though hers remained still. The straw of her neon green drink was resting against her lips as she held it absently, her gaze focused on the phone in her other hand.

Her outfit was a little more modest, despite the way the short hem emphasized the fact that she had legs for days. The dress was incredibly form-fitting, though its high-neckline gave it a more business-casual approach. But her legs - he had to literally tear his eyes from the way she repeatedly crossed and uncrossed her smooth, pale limbs, lest he get called out for gawking.

He could hear Dick stumble over a greeting as he reached the redhead, which made it a little harder for Garfield to contain his mirth, though he persevered. Plopping down on the stool beside the pale girl, he awkwardly cleared his throat.

Her eyebrow twitched at the sound.

Swallowing nervously, he gave the girl a smile. "Uh, hey."

Her eyes remained glued to her phone, her thumb casually scrolling through her news feed.

"...Hi," she answered after a moment, her voice surprisingly raspy.

She still hadn't looked at him, which Garfield was actually kind of grateful for. Her features were rather striking, with high, defined cheekbones and incredibly arched eyebrows. She had a small, upturned nose, and full, deliciously kissable lips. He hadn't yet caught her eyes, though.

"My name's Gar - " he began, but she hurriedly cut him off.

"Not interested," she replied flatly, the straw of her drink brushing against her mouth as she spoke.

He chuckled at her quick response, shaking his head. He wasn't the least bit surprised.

The girl, however, seemed rather taken aback by his amusement. She gave him a curious look, and he felt himself flush as their eyes met. They were a deep, dark blue - almost indigo. An inhumanly pretty color. But the curiosity behind her eyes vanished after a moment. She regarded him blankly, her pale pink lips pursing around her straw as she took a slow, lingering sip.

She seemed to be waiting for him to say something else.

Suddenly feeling a little more confident, Garfield's smile widened.

"What's that?" he mused, gesturing towards the bright drink in her hand. She held his gaze a moment longer, before shifting her attention back to her phone.

"Midori sour."

Again, she answered him without a hint of emotion in her voice.

"Is it good?" He almost kicked himself as the words left his mouth. What a stupid thing to ask.

She spared him another sideways glance, before taking one last sip and finishing her drink. She then swiveled on her stool, setting the iced-filled glass on the counter behind her.

"It's... tolerable," she drawled after a moment, her eyes meeting his once again. Her expression remained passive, and Garfield wasn't quite sure if she was invested in their conversation or not. But if he had to guess, his money would be on not.

He decided to continue it, regardless.

"Can I buy you another?" His voice cracked slightly, his nervous nature breaking through to the surface. He silently cursed himself.

The girl narrowed her eyes at him. "Not interested," she repeated, turning herself away from the counter.

Despite his amusement, he couldn't stop the incredulous scoff that escaped his throat. If she wasn't interested, why was she still interacting with him? Girls were so confusing.

Shaking his head, he looked past the enigma beside him, hoping that Dick was maybe fairing a bit better. His friend's face was nearly the same color as his shirt, though the redhead seemed genuinely invested in their conversation. Lucky him.

Garfield sighed, giving the girl beside him a slightly annoyed look.

"I'm just trying to be nice," he muttered, the music from the speakers above him nearly drowning out the sound of his voice.

But she merely arched her brow. "I know what you're trying to do," she deadpanned. She was still fixated on her phone, which was now displaying some type of forum on the screen. Curious, Garfield leaned in to get a better look. The girl stiffened at his close proximity, before fixing the blond with a glare.

"Um, can you not?" she snarled, pulling her phone to her chest as she leaned away from him, her cheeks turning pink.

Blushing in return, Garfield gave her a sheepish grin. "Sorry - just wanted to see what was so interesting," he joked, retreating from her bubble.

"Not you, that's for sure," she bit back, her tone rather harsh.

He quirked his eyebrow at that, surprised by the emotion. He had been under the impression that she was a robot.

"Rude," he huffed, though he couldn't help but grin. She was really cute when she was flustered.

She seemed unaware of that fact. "No, what's rude is how you're reading over my shoulder," she spat, her pretty face contorted into a scowl. "As I've said, I'm not interested, so you can run along." She then made a shooing motion with her hand.

With another laugh escaping his lips, Garfield turned himself around to face the bar, catching the bartender's attention with a wave. The tall, bearded fellow nodded at him, taking a step closer.

"What can I get ya?" he asked, leaning in.

Garfield smiled. "A jack and coke," he said simply, sparing the girl next to him a quick glance. "And a, uh, minora sour?"

"Midori," she corrected in a seemingly automatic way, before her eyes widened in surprise. "Wait, what?"

He merely ignored her as he continued to grin. "A Midori sour," he amended.

The bartender gave Garfield a questioning look, before smirking. "...Alright."

Feeling rather smug, the blond turned his attention back to the dark-haired beauty, whose expression was caught between shock and annoyance. But before she could say anything, the sudden movement on the other side of her caught both of their attention.

Garfield's eyebrows met his hairline as he watched Dick lead the redhead onto the dance floor, the girl sending her friend an excited smile from over her shoulder. The girl beside him looked even more shocked as her companion slipped into the crowd, leaving her alone at the bar with the blond.

"Shit," Garfield laughed, letting out a low whistle. "I didn't think he'd have the balls."

The dark-haired girl merely frowned, crossing her arms over her stomach as she leaned her back against the counter. "Your friend better not get his hopes up," she drawled, watching as the two began to dance. "Kori's not that kind of girl."

Garfield chuckled, feeling rather proud of his friend as he awkwardly shuffled closer to the redhead - er, Kori.

"Dick's not that kind of guy," he replied playfully. "Or, at least, he wasn't."

Her frown only deepened at his words.

"Jack and coke," a voice behind them announced, causing Garfield to swivel back towards the bar. "And a Midori Sour." The bearded man placed both drinks in front of the blond, before taking the girl's empty glass from earlier.

Swiping the green drink from the counter, Garfield held it out towards his companion.

She sent him another glare, before directing her narrowed eyes towards the glass.

"You're not a very good listener," she deadpanned.

Garfield grinned. "Nah, I'm just stubborn," he replied with a shrug.

She continued to eye the drink suspiciously, before letting out a weary sigh.

"Clearly," she muttered, reluctantly uncrossing her arms. Her hand delicately took the drink from him, her slim fingers brushing against his. He felt heat creep up his neck at the action, somewhat grateful for the way the girl refused to meet his gaze. He knew he didn't look nearly as cute as her when flustered. He absently watched as she tentatively brought the straw to her lips, before sipping at the drink.

Feeling rather accomplished, Garfield lifted his own glass from the counter, forgoing the straw as he gulped down the beverage. He figured he could use a bit of the liquid courage.

He let a minute of silence stretch between them, idly listening to the song playing overhead as he downed his drink. So far, things had gone a little better than he expected - at least, for himself. He was beyond impressed that Dick had managed to lure the redhead onto the dance floor, as well as keep her there. Sparing the girl beside him a quick glance, he found himself wondering if she'd be willing to dance with him.

But he hurriedly shook the thought away - she had barely even allowed him to buy her a drink. He knew dancing would be out of the question.

Instead, he let his eyes wander over her as she focused on her phone once more. She was rather petite, though her dress showed off her killer, hourglass figure. Despite them both sitting down, he guessed he was at least four inches taller than her, though her legs looked incredibly long. Her skin tone was paler than his own, which contrasted nicely with her raven-black hair. And again, he couldn't help but notice her pouty lips and how incredibly inviting they looked, regardless of her frown.

But at that thought, he realized something kind of crazy. She had yet to smile.

And that just wouldn't do.

"Wanna hear a joke?"

She seemed surprised by his question, her stoic facade slipping for a moment as she gave him an inquisitive look.

"Excuse me?"

Garfield smiled, turning himself towards her as he took another swig. The alcohol burned against the back of his throat, though he welcomed the sensation. "Wanna hear a joke?" he repeated.

Her blank look returned. "Not really."

Not at all shocked by her answer, he let out another chuckle. "Too bad," he teased, earning an eye roll - he noted that she looked pretty cute while annoyed, too. "Okay, why do ghosts make bad liars?"

She continued to stare at him, her face devoid of any emotion.

Realizing she wasn't going to play along, he sighed dramatically. "Because you can see right through them," he finished, letting out a hearty chuckle. He knew it was pretty lame, but in the way that made it ridiculously funny. At least, to him.

Though, she didn't seem to agree. "That was... awful."

Huffing at her response, Garfield leaned his elbow onto the counter, resting his chin in his palm. "Did you not get it?"

"I'm not an idiot. I got it - it just wasn't funny."

Scoffing playfully at her jab, he made eye contact with the bartender, silently motioning for another round. The alcohol was lowering his inhibitions, and he figured it wouldn't hurt to get a little buzz going on. It was making him more relaxed, which was apparently working in his favor with his new companion. She still seemed content with his company, at least.

"Okay, well, I can tell you another one," he offered, giving her a lazy smile.

Again, she gave him nothing to work with as she leisurely sipped her drink. "Please don't."

Shaking his head fondly, he quickly finished off his first drink just as the bartender brought him a new one. His lovely new friend was still nursing her second Midori sour, though Garfield did take the liberty of sliding her third one closer to her.

She watched the action from the corner of her eye, before she set her sights back onto her cellphone. Garfield disregarded the small twang of disappointment that stirred within him as she ignored him once more, but soon it was replaced by curiosity as she let out a subdued gasp, before straightening in her seat.

"She did not," she growled, her indigo eyes frantically scanning the room. Garfield hesitantly followed her gaze.

"Uh, everything good?" he wondered, absently realizing his drink no longer burned his throat - he hated being such a lightweight.

"Your friend," she hissed, her eyes still searching the bar, "took my friend out to get ice cream."

It took a moment for her words to sink in, but once they did, Garfield's mouth split into a toothy grin. "Dude, Dick is killing it," he laughed, mostly to himself.

But the cutie beside him was obviously less thrilled, though he wasn't sure why -

"Oh, shit," he blurted, his mind slowly churning over the new information. "She wasn't, like, your ride or anything, was she?" He hoped the girl wouldn't be stranded.

Luckily, she shook her head. "No, fortunately. We walked here."

He nodded in relief as his gaze trailed down her long, shapely legs, before eyeing her footwear suspiciously. She was wearing a pair of tall, black wedges.

"You walked here?" he repeated incredulously. "In those?"

She followed his gaze, a small smirk tugging at her lips. "Is that so hard to believe?"

Garfield felt his stomach flip as his eyes traced her subtle smile. "I'm just impressed, I guess," he answered honestly. The smirk was definitely an improvement. But as he pondered further over her words, he let out a gasp of his own. "Oh, shit! Dick was my ride!"

But the sound of her poorly disguised snickering distracted him from his annoyance. She was hiding her grin behind her hand as she shamelessly laughed at the blond's misfortune.

"It's not funny," he whined, though a small smile fought its way onto his face. Fucking Dick, he mused internally.

"It's funnier than that 'joke' you told me two minutes ago," she teased, though her smile slowly melted back into a neutral expression. He was sad to see it go, though there were now more pressing matters at hand.

"Fuck, I'm gonna have to call a cab," he groaned, patting down his pockets in search of his cellphone. But, when all he was met with was the bulge of his wallet, he felt like screaming. "My phone is in his fucking car!"

The girl beside him still looked amused, though she refrained from commenting on his predicament. Instead, she lazily swapped out her now empty glass for the fresh drink beside her.

Realizing that she was still putting up with him, Garfield pushed aside his aggravation. He'd just have to make the best of whatever the hell was happening.

"I could possibly loan you my phone if you need to call a cab," she mused dryly, resting the straw against her lips once again. "If you promise not to tell anymore jokes, that is."

He was pretty sure she was still teasing him, though her monotone made it difficult to decipher. He watched as her eyes swept over the room, as if avoiding his lingering gaze.

Interesting, he mused mentally. It seemed her inhibitions were lowered as well, though he didn't think it was due to the alcohol. Perhaps it was his persistence? Or his wit? His charm, maybe?

Garfield smiled at the thought of charming the stoic girl before him.

She finally directed her sights back to him, before narrowing her eyes at his lofty expression.

"What?"

He ignored the way his face flushed, praying that the dim lighting above the bar made it less noticeable. "I, uh... I just thought of another joke."

She rolled her eyes at his answer, looking back towards the crowd.

"I'm not gonna tell you, though," he continued.

She arched her brow. "Good."

"But just 'cuz you wouldn't get it."

She glanced back at him. "I seriously doubt that," she drawled, her eyes quickly flicking over him.

He nearly choked on his drink as her gaze lingered on his body for a moment, before meeting his once again. Swallowing down his beverage, he felt himself blush harder.

Dude, did she just check me out? he wondered, though he figured it was just the alcohol catching up to him. The bar had a reputation for over-pouring their beverages; something the patrons liked to take advantage of. Something he had initially planned on taking advantage of, before Dick caught sight of the redhead - Kori, wasn't it?

But at that, he realized he had yet to get his new friend's name.

"I'm Garfield, by the way," he began, setting his glass on the countertop as he offered up his hand.

She ignored the gesture, and instead repeated his name as she looked away. "Garfield?"

Lowering his hand, he couldn't help it as an embarrassed laugh escaped his lips. "Uh, yeah - but my friends call me Gar."

Her eyes darted towards him momentarily, reminding him of how pretty they were.

"I'm not your friend," she mused dryly, though he could hear a hint of amusement in her voice. "So, what should I call you?"

Oh god. It was perfect.

"You can call me later," he grinned, mentally congratulating himself on his quick thinking.

She seemed less impressed. "How? You don't have a phone, remember?"

Garfield frowned at her reminder. Fucking Dick!

He let out a frustrated sigh, leaning himself onto the counter beside him. What a waste of a fantastic pick-up line.

The girl beside him turned back towards the counter, placing her now empty glass on the surface, before meeting his eyes.

"Raven," she deadpanned.

Garfield cocked his head to the side, confused.

"My name," she elaborated.

Garfield blinked at her, letting her words sink in. "Oh... Oh!"

She told him her name. That was totally progress, right?

His eyes swept over her once again, connecting the name to the woman before him. She looked like a Raven. He decided to tell her that.

"You look like a Raven," he smiled, before thinking better of his statement. "I mean, not like the bird or whatever, but, like, the name suits you, you know?" Smooth.

Raven regarded him blankly. "Okay."

He resisted the urge to smack himself. Why was he such a moron?

He watched as Raven turned her attention back towards her phone, his shoulders slumping as he took in her bored expression. Things had been going so decent there for a second or two, but now she was busy typing away on her touch screen, probably sending out an SOS.

"Do you have a preferred company?" she asked suddenly, her eyes meeting his. "For your cab?"

His cab? Oh, right. Garfield chuckled, shaking his head at what he wanted to say. But as his gaze drifted back to her legs, he decided to throw caution to the wind.

"Huh, I figured I was just gonna go home with you."

It was bold, and forward, but he knew he had already blown his chance the moment he sat down.

Raven's eyes narrowed at him, though he did catch a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. She then pushed herself away from the bar and stood up; Garfield noticing that his initial guess on their height difference had been pretty spot on. She looked to be maybe 5'8" in her wedges, which would put her at about 5'5" barefoot. He was barely 5'10", though he didn't let it get him down. It was a vast improvement to the 5'6" he was throughout high school.

He watched as she shoved her phone into the small pocket of her dress, before she turned away from him, her steps leading her towards the exit. He was pretty bummed that she was leaving, but he couldn't help himself as he stared at her ass. Perky - the opposite of her personality.

Raven suddenly turned back around, his face flushing as he realized he had been caught. She was glaring at him from the other side of the room, before she delicately arched her brow.

"Well?" she drawled, impatiently tapping her foot. "Are you coming or not?"

Garfield stared at her quizzically, his mind refusing to process her question for several moments. But, as her words sunk in, he couldn't help but share a surprised look with the bartender beside him, who had been the only witness to their exchange. The bearded man quirked a bushy eyebrow, before motioning towards Raven. Garfield nodded absently, his mind finally catching up. Jumping from his stool, he hurriedly pulled out his wallet, before slapping a fifty on the counter and jogging towards the confusing girl.

"Y-yeah, totally," he stuttered.

Again, she rolled her eyes at him, before slipping through the exit. He followed after her like a lost puppy dog, his eyes wide. She was surprisingly fast, despite her shoes, and he found it rather difficult to keep pace with her as they crossed the parking lot.

"So, uh, how far is your place?" he asked, uncomfortable with the silence.

"Around the block."

Garfield nodded at her answer, too scared to chance a glance at her. Instead, he focused on the ground below him.

This wasn't his first time going home with a girl, but it was his first time going home with a girl like Raven. She hadn't really given him the impression that she was interested. In fact, he had been about ninety-eight percent certain that she couldn't even stand him.

He idly wondered if Dick was having as much luck as him.

"So, uh, is Kori your roommate?" he asked after another stretch of silence.

"She is."

Garfield nodded, his gaze still focused on the sidewalk. "Do you think her and Dick are gonna be there?" he wondered. He almost hoped they would be - his friend wouldn't believe him, otherwise.

Raven snorted in amusement. "I doubt it. Like I said, Kori isn't that kind of girl."

"But you are?" he mused, hoping she wouldn't take offense. He finally found the courage to look at her face, and was rather surprised to see her smirking.

"Maybe I just wanted someone to walk me home," she answered after a moment.

Garfield shook his head, a small smile tugging at his lips. "You could have just asked me to walk you home," he admitted, slipping his hands into his pockets. "I wouldn't have minded."

He could see her glance at him from the corner of his eye, though he directed his attention back to the sidewalk. "Really?" she challenged. "What, you would have just done so out of the kindness of your heart?"

Garfield shrugged. "Well, yeah - I'm that kind of guy," he replied simply.

Raven stopped suddenly, causing Garfield to trip over himself. For a second, he was worried he had offended her, but as he turned himself around to face her, he noticed she was staring at the duplex beside them. He followed her gaze, noting that it was a cute house, with big windows and a literal white picket-fence. Was this her place? He was kind of expecting a castle, to be honest.

"This it?"

Raven nodded, before pushing open the gate and walking down the pathway, the sound of her footsteps echoing in the night. Garfield hesitated on the sidewalk, before heaving an exasperated sigh and following after her.

Again, he couldn't stop himself from shamelessly ogling her butt as she bent over, removing what appeared to be her spare house-key from the fake rock on the porch. He watched as she unlocked the door, his mind jumping back to their prior conversation. Had she just been using him for company on her walk? Or was she actually wanting him to go inside?

She opened her door slowly, before turning back around to face him as she leaned against the door frame. Her face was completely blank.

Garfield smiled awkwardly, his hands still in his pockets as he rocked on his feet. But the sudden movement from the bottom of her door caught his eye.

"Dude! You've got a cat?"

An orange tom weaved its way between Raven's legs, sniffing her impractical shoes. Acting on impulse, Garfield bent down, holding his hand out towards the cat. The little dude gave him a tentative sniff, before rubbing his face along the blond's fingers.

"What's his name?"

"Silkie," Raven deadpanned from above. "He's Kori's."

Garfield smiled as he ruffled the cat's fur, before glancing up at Raven. It was then that he realized how close he was to her; he was practically eye-level with the hem of her dress. Gulping nervously, he tore his gaze from her thighs, his eyes slowly traveling over her body as he willed himself to look at her face.

She continued to regard him with disinterest, crossing her arms over her chest as she arched her brow.

"You're a cat person, I take it?" she mused.

His eyes snapped back to where her dress ended, and he found himself suddenly transfixed by her milky skin. "Um, y-you could say that."

"Hmm."

She stood there for a moment longer, seemingly unbothered by the way Garfield stared at her legs. But he couldn't help it; they looked so soft and smooth and it took all of his willpower to keep his hand on the cat.

But as his fingers stroked the empty space below him, he realized Silkie had slipped away.

"Can you grab him?"

Garfield jumped, his eyes darting between hers and the spot where the cat had been.

"He's not supposed to be outside," she continued, before stepping further into her home.

Garfield nodded as he turned to his right, watching as the cat pawed at the rose bush beside Raven's porch. He smiled at the action, before scooping the little guy into his arms and standing up. Silkie struggled for a moment with a pathetic mew, attempting to wiggle out of the blond's grasp. But, Garfield held tight, gently petting the guy as he glanced towards Raven's open door.

Steeling his nerves, Garfield stepped into her home.

It was rather dark, seeing how the only light came from a small lamp in her living room to his right. A large black sectional curved around the wall, adorned with various throw pillows. The TV sat across from it, Garfield noting that the girls probably didn't use it often, considering the fact that the window was on the opposite wall. The glare from the sunlight during the day would be terrible.

There was a weird, ottoman/coffee table hybrid in the middle of the room, covered in fashion magazines. A lone cat tree sat beside the TV.

Shutting the door behind him, Garfield glanced towards his left. She had a small kitchen, with an island counter and two bar stools. The appliances were stainless steel, and the counter tops looked to be genuine granite. It seemed the two girls were rather well-off.

Raven was standing in the kitchen with her back towards him, bending slightly as she opened her fridge. Her hair kept falling into her face, and he almost chuckled at the frustrated way she'd tuck it behind her ear.

"Want anything to drink?" she offered, glancing at him from over her shoulder.

Garfield shrugged absently, transfixed by the way the light from the fridge glowed against the side of her face, emphasizing her delicate bone structure.

"I've got juice, soda," she began, turning herself back towards her fridge, "milk, beer - "

"Beer," Garfield blurted, his face flushing.

Raven nodded, reaching into her fridge and pulling out a single glass bottle.

Realizing that he was still holding a struggling Silkie, Garfield gently placed the cat onto the hardwood flooring, watching as the little guy raced towards his cat tree. He could hear the sound of Raven's footsteps nearing him, though he couldn't find the courage to look at her.

The beer hissed as she screwed off the top, and he watched from the corner of his eye as she took a quick swig, before holding it out towards him. He avoided her gaze as he took it, surprised to see that it was a very popular, and incredibly expensive brand. If he remembered correctly, they were about twenty dollars a bottle at the restaurant he worked at.

"Kori's publicist took us to some hop festival last month. We don't usually drink the pretentious stuff," she explained, obviously noting Garfield's incredulous look.

He quirked his brow at that. "Kori's got a publicist?"

Raven shrugged. "She was a model back in Europe," she said simply, as if it were totally normal to be roommates with a famous person.

Garfield finally looked at her, his shock outweighing his nerves. "She's from Europe?"

Raven almost smiled at him. "I'm guessing you didn't hear her speak."

Rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, Garfield let out a nervous laugh. "I, uh, I guess I was distracted," he admitted, suddenly finding the dingy laces of his black sneakers incredibly interesting. "Whoa, wait - Kori's a model?"

Raven snorted in amusement. "I'm guessing you didn't look at her, either."

But Garfield ignored her teasing tone, instead giving the girl beside him an inquisitive once-over. "Are you a model, too?"

She blushed at that.

"Don't let my shoes mislead you; I'm about half a foot too short," she replied dryly, though her embarrassment was made apparent by the redness of her cheeks.

Garfield's own face flushed in return, though he couldn't help himself from smiling. He did attempt to hide it as he brought the beer to his lips, taking a tentative sip. His face scrunched at the taste.

"...Hoppy," he declared after a moment.

"Very," was her simple reply.

Garfield could feel the tension building in the air between them, though he wasn't sure where it was stemming from. It was sexual tension on his part, if the way his pants grew increasingly uncomfortable around his groin were any indication. But, for her? He guessed she was just waiting for him to finish his drink and leave.

He took another swig, ignoring the foul taste it left in his mouth. He wasn't much of a beer guy.

He could feel Raven's eyes linger on him, before she stepped out of his peripheral vision and towards her couch. The sound of her struggling with something filled the otherwise silent room, and he found his curiosity get the best of him as he turned himself around the face her. She was attempting to take off her shoe, though it seemed the clasp was stuck.

Garfield felt himself freeze as she gave him an irritated look.

"Would you mind helping me with these?" she deadpanned, gesturing to her feet as she sat herself on the arm of her sectional.

Garfield nodded awkwardly, though he remained rooted in his spot.

Raven huffed in frustration. "Today, maybe?"

His face growing hotter, Garfield chugged about half of the bottle, before setting it on the ottoman between them. He shyly made his way towards her, awkwardly kneeling next to her legs as he eyed the shoe's clasp. It looked like it was just caught on the strap, which had twisted a bit. Bringing his shaky hands towards her ankle, he tried to ignore the feeling of her smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

Untwisting the strap, he was able to quickly undo the clasp, the shoe slipping from her foot and landing on the floor.

He could hear Raven sigh from above him.

"That's the last time I let Kori pick out my footwear."

Garfield nodded absently as he reached for her other foot, removing her shoe in the same fashion. "You sure knew how to walk in them," he mused.

"Fifteen years of ballet," she responded flatly.

Garfield met her eyes at that, surprised that a girl as dark and mysterious as her had been a ballerina once upon a time. Though, the poised way in which she held herself was kind of a giveaway, along with her strong leg muscles.

Oh, shit. He was staring at her legs again.

Still, she didn't seem to mind. He figured that a pretty girl like her was used to being stared at.

"If I have sex with you, you can't tell your friend," Raven began randomly, the abruptness of her statement literally knocking Garfield off of his feet as he tipped backwards, landing on his butt.

"W-what?"

She ignored his confusion. "Your friend - the one who's out with Kori right now," she continued, her voice as monotonous as ever. "Dick, was it?"

He nodded, his eyes wide.

"You can't tell him. I don't want Kori to know, and he'd undoubtedly tell her." Raven crossed her ankles as she re-positioned herself on the arm of the couch, her eyes avoiding his. "I have a feeling that this won't be the only time they see each other, and if they start dating or whatever, and she gets wind of us, then I know for a fact she'll try to rope us into double-dates."

Garfield's mind was still preoccupied with the whole 'sex' thing.

"No offense," she continued, seemingly unaware of the brain matter leaking from his ears. "I'm just not a double-dating kind of girl."

Garfield blinked. He had no idea what kind of girl Raven was.

She finally graced him with her attention, her face flushing an adorably red color. Garfield stared back, his mind still reeling from the bomb she dropped. She had said sex, right? Sex with him. She had said she would have sex with him.

Garfield absently pinched himself, wincing.

Okay, he was awake. And in this strange girl's house. Where she propositioned him.

With sex.

He was still horribly confused, but he knew he liked the sound of that.

"Can't tell Dick," he repeated, his brain slowly processing her terms. Can't tell Dick, 'cuz Dick was out with Kori. And Kori was the type of girl who didn't go home with guys. She instead roped them into double dates with her roommate. Her hot roommate, who just said she'd have sex with him.

"I mean, maybe I'm being presumptuous, but it's Kori," Raven said, shrugging. "Your friend doesn't know what he's in for."

Garfield didn't doubt that. His friend was a closet-romantic, and the prospect of wooing the lovely, redheaded model would definitely be of interest to him. So, Raven was justified in setting down a few guidelines. Though, Garfield could do without the whole 'business-meeting' vibe she was giving off. They were way too buzzed to be making plans that didn't involve making out. And Garfield was never one to plan ahead, anyway. He was spontaneous and impulsive.

He was gonna kiss her.

Garfield abruptly stood up, Raven's eyes following him curiously. He was still confused as ever, but he wasn't stupid. Pretty girl talking about sex? Kiss her.

He stepped towards her clumsily, before leaning down and capturing her mouth with his, nearly knocking her from the arm of the couch. But she kept her balance by grabbing a hold of his shoulders, her lips moving against his as she pulled him closer.

She tasted like candy, and he was grateful to be rid of the hoppy flavor of the beer. He slipped one arm around her waist, before pulling her into an upright position. Their new height difference startled him for a moment, though he didn't mind having to lean down if it meant her lips would stay on his. His other hand traveled lower, tentatively cupping her ass.

She moaned into his mouth, and he couldn't help but return it as he pulled her even closer, not allowing a single millimeter of space between them. He began walking backwards, letting her lead him towards her bedroom. Her hand left his body for a moment as she twisted her doorknob, before they stepped into her room. He resisted the urge to open his eyes, and instead ran his tongue along her bottom lip, smiling at the way she melted into him.

But his smiled vanished as she pulled away, glancing up at him while panting. He opened his eyes to meet hers, his breathing just as ragged.

"Condom?" she whispered breathlessly.

Garfield could only nod, sending a silent prayer of thanks to the gods that he had slipped one into his wallet earlier that evening. Just in case.

Raven's mouth was on his once again, her teeth catching his bottom lip and pulling. He groaned at the sensation, his pants becoming increasingly tighter at his crotch.

The back of his calves suddenly hit something solid, and he realized that they had reached her bed. She pulled away from him again, though her eyes remained closed as she leaned her head to the side, exposing her neck.

"My dress," she sighed, her words dying in her throat as he trailed kisses down her neck. He reluctantly removed his hand from her rear, before sliding it up the smooth material of her dress, until he felt the zipper between her shoulder blades. His fingers toyed with it for a moment, his mind suddenly preoccupied with her gasps as he nipped at the skin above her pulse.

"M-my dress," she repeated, her raspy voice sending a chill down his spine. Everything about the girl was sexy.

Garfield finally found the sense to undress her, his hand slowly unzipping the cursed black material that kept him from seeing her body. He had known she was hot, but actually having the girl in his arms made her so much hotter.

He felt her impatiently tug at the hem of his t-shirt, and the thought of her wanting to see more of him turned him on even more. Pulling himself off of her, he allowed his eyes to sweep over her body as she shimmied out of her dress. He nearly growled at the sight of her black bra, ripping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.

She was a fucking bombshell. There was no other way to describe her. All she was doing was standing before him, wearing a plain black bra and purple, polka dot panties. It wasn't even the sexy lingerie he saw in magazines. It was basic.

Yet that made it so fucking hot.

Garfield didn't remember moving, but somehow she was in his arms again, and he was being pushed onto her bed. Her mouth was upon his once more, and he nearly came then and there as she moaned into the kiss. She tangled her fingers in his hair as she crawled on top of him, while his hands fumbled with the clasp of her bra. Her hips moved against his in a way that was almost agonizing - the pressure in his pants increasing tenfold with every pant and gasp.

He continued to struggle with removing her bra, his fingers clumsily toying with the hook, before he impatiently tugged at the band.

Raven's lips detached from his as she huffed in frustration, pushing herself up into a sitting position, her legs on either side of his hips.

"It's not fucking rocket science," she mumbled, slipping one hand behind her back and effortlessly unhooking the garment.

Garfield's breath hitched as she shrugged the straps off of her shoulders, before tossing the bra onto her floor. He knew he was staring, but he couldn't help it. The hottest girl he had ever laid eyes on was literally on top of him, half-naked, and glaring daggers. Nearly thirty seconds had passed, yet he continued to stare shamelessly. That dress had been doing her a disservice, if he were to be honest. How had she hidden those all night?

Or, more importantly - why?! She was stacked. And Dick was thinking he scored with the redhead. Nope - Garfield was fairly certain that he would be coming out on top. Or bottom. Whatever Raven preferred.

"Don't tell me you're a virgin."

Her voice was flat, unlike her chest. Garfield's eyes remained glued to her breasts as he propped himself up onto his elbows. It took a moment for her words to sink in, but once they did, he almost scoffed.

"Uh, n-no!" he stuttered defiantly, his eyes meeting hers for a moment, before darting down once more. He raised one hand towards her slowly, as if she were a skittish animal, and any sudden movement would scare her off.

Gently cupping her breast, he chanced another glance at her face. She was looking at him strangely, her head cocked to the side and her brow arched. He tentatively brushed his thumb over her nipple, watching as she bit her bottom lip. She rolled her hips against his again, causing him to release a pained whimper. He was again overwhelmed by the urge to kiss her, though her lips weren't necessary for that. Sitting up, he shifted her into his lap as his lips captured her other nipple.

She let out a surprised gasp, before melting into him as he trailed kisses over her chest.

He could feel his cock throbbing within his pants, painfully constricted by the stiff denim. Wrapping his arms around her, he hurriedly flipped her onto her back, another gasp escaping her as her hands wrapped around his neck.

"Fuck," she hissed, her fingers tangling in his hair once again as his mouth returned to her nipple. While his left hand continued to caress her breast, his right slowly traveled down her side, before stopping as he reached the hem of her panties.

But as his fingers traced along the fabric, he realized that she was nearly naked, and he was still wearing his too-tight jeans.

Pushing himself off of her, he let out a shuddering breath as he took in the sight before him.

Raven's short hair was disheveled in the sexiest way, and she was biting her lip again as she gazed up at him. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, with a few newly-forming hickies marring her otherwise flawless, porcelain skin.

Realizing that he was staring, yet again, Garfield shook his head, before hurriedly removing his wallet and setting it on the bed. He then removed his jeans, clumsily kicking them off as his eyes zeroed in on Raven's underwear.

She squirmed under his gaze, and, as if reading his mind, she slowly sat up, before hooking her thumbs under the hem of her panties. He watched as she pulled them down, almost leisurely. But, she hadn't even gotten the material past her knees when his patience suddenly ran out.

Grabbing the hem, he yanked the garment off of her forcefully, tossing it to the side before pushing apart her knees and burying his face between her legs.

Raven fell back, gasping again as his tongue dipped into her entrance, and he mentally high-fived himself as she writhed beneath him. Exploring her with his mouth, he couldn't help but grin as her thighs tightened around his head. She bucked against him as his tongue swirled over her clit, and practically melted into her mattress when he began to suck on it. She tasted amazing, and the whimpers and moans that escaped from her nearly pushed him over the edge. He could feel his cock twitching against his boxers, and though he was absolutely enjoying eating her out, he decided to be a little selfish.

Pushing himself up, he gave her a sympathetic grin as she let out a dissatisfied whimper, her brows furrowing quizzically.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Garfield quickly removed his boxers and reached for his wallet. He fumbled with it for a moment, feeling a tad bit insecure as Raven craned her neck, her dark blue eyes tracing his form curiously.

He nearly dropped his wallet when she sat up suddenly, his mind immediately blanking as his gaze focused in on her breasts once again. Raven seemed unfazed as she took the wallet from his hands, delicately removing the condom hidden within.

"Are you sure you're not a virgin?" she taunted in her monotone, a small smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. Garfield's eyes darted between her chest and her smile, unsure of which one to stare at. Both sights were quite remarkable. Again, her words took a moment to sink in as he settled on admiring her face.

"Dude," he groaned, his face flushing. He may not have been the most experienced guy, but even a womanizer would be tongue-tied in the presence of someone as beautiful as Raven.

She rolled her eyes at his reply, and he couldn't stop himself from stealing another kiss. Pushing her onto her back, he slowly crawled over her, shaking with anticipation as her hand wrapped around his cock.

She tugged on it gently, causing Garfield to growl against her lips. He almost protested when he felt her release him, but the sound of her tearing open the condom's wrapper was an acceptable interruption. Again, the anticipation was overwhelming, and the feeling of her fingers slowly rolling the latex over his length was nearly enough to make him cum - as embarrassing as that was. It had been maybe... five months since he had last gotten laid; could you really blame the guy for getting a little too excited?

Though, that was no excuse. He couldn't end the night... prematurely. Garfield hurriedly shook his head, nearly laughing out loud at his own joke.

Instead, he focused on the way her tongue slid along his, and the feeling of her nipples brushing against his chest. He positioned himself between her legs, the head of his penis resting at her entrance. She was unbelievably wet, and he was so fucking hard, and the fact that he was about to have sex with this strange, gorgeous woman blew his mind.

He smiled against her lips, feeling the weirdest sense of pride at the situation. How the hell had dorky, awkward, Garfield Logan gone home with a girl like Raven? She was so incredibly out of his league, it was sad. Never had a girl of her caliber given him the time of day. She was beautiful and sexy and aloof. And Garfield? He was skinny and goofy. Loud and obnoxious. Kind of annoying. And so fucking hard.

Despite his buzz wearing off, he wasn't sober enough to over-analyze the situation completely. Instead, he let out a shaky breath as he broke their kiss, before thrusting into her. Raven inhaled sharply, her nails digging into his back as she adjusted to him, before pulling his mouth back onto hers.

He knew he wasn't going to last very long as he pulled out almost completely, before slamming back into her. She was so tight and felt so good and god, the way she was kissing him; he had never been as turned on as he was right now. Her teeth pulled at his bottom lip again while she groaned into his mouth, and he was helpless as she wrapped her legs around him.

"Harder," she whispered, her fingers threading through his hair.

Garfield complied, silently cursing her as he felt himself get closer. He wasn't sure if he could last more than five minutes - and that would be taking it slow. But he couldn't very well ignore her raspy demand. He picked up his pace ever so slightly, slamming into her wildly as she tugged at his hair. His own hands were also preoccupied; one was lying at Raven's side as he used his arm to prop himself up comfortably, while the other slipped between their bodies as he gently rubbed her clit.

He could feel her legs tightening around him as she lifted her hips off of the bed, and her breasts pushed against his chest in a way that was just too awesome for words. She was muttering something incoherent between their kisses, her deep, raspy voice sending a pleasant chill down his spine. The sound of her breath hitching against his lips was the final straw.

Letting out a gasp of his own, Garfield finished as Raven pulled him into another kiss. He could feel her body twitching beneath his, and he hoped that meant that she had finished, too.

Her tongue ran over his lip tentatively, as if she was suddenly unsure about kissing him. He parted his mouth regardless, finding her sudden shyness rather odd. She had been so confident and collected beforehand - it was a jarring difference.

But not unwelcomed. The kiss was slow and cautious, allowing him to slip out of her gently as he cupped her face with one hand. He used his other hand to reach between them, before breaking the kiss and rolling off of her.

Their eyes met for a moment, before Garfield averted his gaze as he removed the condom. A fine layer of sweat covered the both of them, though it only added to Raven's sex appeal. He was sure it just made him look kinda gross.

She continued to lay beside him, either unaware or uncaring of the way his eyes roamed over her body. Again, the realization that she was the hottest girl Garfield had ever hooked up with (let alone seen) fell upon him once more, and he couldn't suppress the toothy grin that encompassed his face.

"What are you smiling about?" she mused flatly, though he did detect a bit of humor in her voice.

But Garfield only shrugged, unsure of what to say as his eyes leisurely trailed up her form, before meeting hers. She was smirking at him, causing his grin to widen significantly. She was so fucking weird and confusing and beautiful.

"Oh, nothing," he replied quietly, resisting the urge to pull her in for another kiss. "I just thought of another joke, is all."

Raven rolled her eyes, her smirk turning into an all-out smile, and Garfield idly wondered if his heart was still beating.

I may or may not be postponing writing the final few chapters of The New Normal, since I'm weirdly attached to that story and I don't want it to end lmao. Sooo I decided to try my hand at writing an AU - how'd it turn out? :)

I was originally going to have Cyborg be the bartender, but I'm considering writing a companion piece to this in Raven's POV for the morning after, and figured I'd get better use of him then. Let me know if you guys are interested in that, I guess? Or just leave a review!