"I thought you'd given up all vices," Tims aid with an arched brow as he opened the door for Roy. "And no, before you ask, my dad's not here, neither is Dana, and Dick isn't even in Gotham."
"This is break up booze, it doesn't count!" Roy assured him, looking slightly guilty over the fact he was that transparent. "Dick would kill me if he thought I was corrupting you, wouldn't he?"
"Maim you a little, probably," Tim said with a wicked smile. "But I don't think he'd kill you. He'd save that for Batman or my Dad."
Roy looked at the bottle of tequila in hand and then looked back at Tim, "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"No, it's not," Tim said with a small smile. "You broke up with someone. I'll just sit and watch and hand you limes and salt while you bawl your eyes out in my room."
"I don't 'bawl!'" Roy said indignantly.
"Well, according to Dick, you do."
"Dick's an ass," Roy groused.
"Yes, yes, we know, we know," Tim said, pushing Roy in the direction of his bedroom. "You have shot glasses?"
"Glass and ye," Roy said, glaring at Tim. "No tequila for you. You're underage."
Tim gave him a very Robin Look and shook his head, "If you want to live in denial, then I won't be mean and tell you all about the crap Bart and Kon get me in."
"Fair enough," Roy said primly. "Then I wouldn't have to tell anyone."
"Tequila," Tim reminded Roy as they got into his room.
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Date: 2009-05-30 01:58 pm (UTC)"This is break up booze, it doesn't count!" Roy assured him, looking slightly guilty over the fact he was that transparent. "Dick would kill me if he thought I was corrupting you, wouldn't he?"
"Maim you a little, probably," Tim said with a wicked smile. "But I don't think he'd kill you. He'd save that for Batman or my Dad."
Roy looked at the bottle of tequila in hand and then looked back at Tim, "Maybe this was a bad idea."
"No, it's not," Tim said with a small smile. "You broke up with someone. I'll just sit and watch and hand you limes and salt while you bawl your eyes out in my room."
"I don't 'bawl!'" Roy said indignantly.
"Well, according to Dick, you do."
"Dick's an ass," Roy groused.
"Yes, yes, we know, we know," Tim said, pushing Roy in the direction of his bedroom. "You have shot glasses?"
"Glass and ye," Roy said, glaring at Tim. "No tequila for you. You're underage."
Tim gave him a very Robin Look and shook his head, "If you want to live in denial, then I won't be mean and tell you all about the crap Bart and Kon get me in."
"Fair enough," Roy said primly. "Then I wouldn't have to tell anyone."
"Tequila," Tim reminded Roy as they got into his room.
"Right. Break-up booze. Got it."