And when the song ended, a pleased applause raised and the blonde smiled and giggled happily, rushing to her table excitedly.
"It's so fun! I love this game! Did you like it? Was I good or just embarrassing? I mixed up the lyrics so much!" She questioned, sitting down happily, but soon buring her face in her hands.
"You were good, princess. Don't worry, you were much better than most of these drunkards...and you chose an interesting song." Catra said, hoping to not being too obvious.

Adora was dumb, but you never know when someone's neurones might connect.

"Thank you...I've often listened to this song recently. It could be one of those phases, when you feel attached to some tracks and can't help but listen to it in loop." She admitted, shyly eyeing her friend.
"Well, cheesy choice for a cheesy person." The brunette teased.
"Said the one who sings Olivia Rodrigo's songs in the shower." The girl talked back.
"Oh! That was low!" Catra hissed, fake offended.
"You know nothing is too low for me." Adora mimicked her in a wannabe-flirtatious way, which only caused the latina to burst out in laughters.
Eventually the blonde couldn't help but chuckle along, involved by her dulcet laugh, so fond to her.
"Ehy, do you want a reinforcement?" The latina asked.
Although Adora had no clue what that meant, she happily agreed and watched her leaving the table again, pace to the counter and come back with two, filled, little glasses.
"What's this?" The blonde questioned doubtfully.
"Tequila. Hurry up, we have other places to be" Catra answered, as bossy as ever.
"I want to hear you sing, before leaving." Adora demanded again, showing off her puppiest pout.
"Still not drunk enough." The brunette said.
"Ok...what if I will take care of all the chores for the two weeks of vacation I'm at home?" She proposed.
"Will you be on vacation? When? You never told me." The latina exclaimed, visibly surprised.
"Yeah, I was supposed to go to Glimmer's seaside house with her and Bow, but I want to spend more time with you and I would be the third wheel and you hate water so I couldn't invite you..."the blonde rambled on.

Catra didn't really know how to respond: it really wasn't planned that Adora would have spent time at home, with her.
In this short weekends they were already bonding so much and so fast...she didn't really want to forget those three years, neither pick up from before she left and, above all, there was no way she would let herself fall for that clueless, egocentric, selfless liar again. She owe it to herself.

Yet, she was already slipping, wasn't she?

The way Adora would so disparately look for her, how she would attract her, how she would smile and touch her, how she would just be there and come back home any Friday...how she had worked for them, or so she had said.

There she was, right before her, so cheerful and honest, with no filter.

"I'll sing, if you truthfully answer to one question." Catra said, gaining her total attention.
"YES!" She almost screamed, straightening up her posture and clapping hands.
"Ok, ok, chill" the brunette chucked, before going on: "would you quit the academy if I asked you to?" She asked, with a serious frown.
Adora became visibly confused and tilted her head.
"Why would you want me to quit? I like it and it's good for our financial situation." She wondered aloud.
"Maybe I don't like it, I think it's unnecessarily dangerous and so, or maybe I just don't like cops." Catra said annoyed but her resistance.
"I don't know...I really feel like it's the right thing to do, you know? I feel like I'm in the right place, I'm happy, I have no regrets about this choice...I might need sometime to think about it; I don't really know what else I could do that would feel as much good and at which I would be as much skilled." She admitted, leaning on the tables, with her chin on her crossed arms.
"So...is this a no? And what will happen the day they will ask you to move?" Catra wondered further.
"I don't know, we will look for a nice appartament and see what's the best solution for you, if you are still studying. It's a maybe...? I don't think that it would be very advantageous for us if I quitted my main job." Adora explained thoughtfully.
"So you give for granted that I'll follow you wherever like a puppy?" The brunette snapped, startling her friend.
"What? Of course not...I-I just thought that we would stick together...if you need to stay we could work it out...it was just economically better to have only one rent." The blonde said, reaching out to hold her hand, hopefully calming her down.
"And what if I just don't want you to spend your life playing the hero around the country?" Catra asked, with a way softer tone.
"I wouldn't play the hero around, I would be like Amy from Brooklyn99, a cool detective solving crimes in some big city." Adora cheered her up, ridiculously puffing her chest.
She started laughing.
"Princess, you would be Jake at best." The brunette teased, disappointing her friend.
"Well, he solved many cases, so I will take it as a compliment!" She said, sticking out her tongue.
The latina laughed even more.
"So...Rosa, will you go up there and sing? Or will you chicken out?" The blonde questioned with a cocky grin.
"I never chickened out in my whole life." She answered, thinning her eyes.
"Pff, you did, I was there your whole life." Adora laughed, loosing her challenging attitude.
"Whatever, I'll smash that karaoke shit!" Catra stated, standing up and walking to the waiter.

Some guy was already singing what a man gotta do by the Jonas brothers, totally crying out senseless noises whenever he couldn't reach the notes.

She picked the song, stopped at the counter to drink down two more shots of tequila and prepared herself for the stage.
Still without enough alcol in her system, the girl stepped in front of the microphone.
Some lights were pointed on her, but they weren't strong enough to prevent her from viewing the crowded room.
Her mismatched eyes eventually fell on the only person who was really attentive to her doing, the blondie with a wide smile and thumbs up.
What a dork.

As the music started, Adora was already chuckling for the brunette's choice.

"Look inside, look inside your tiny mind, now look a bit harder
'Cause we're so uninspired
So sick and tired of all the hatred you harbour

So you say it's not okay to be gay, well, I think you're just evil
You're just some racist who can't tie my laces
Your point of view is medieval"

Catra started singing, smiling and reciting the first and easiest strophes.

"Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So, please don't stay in touch"

The struggle in singing this high pitched words was obvious, and she had an hard time also in keeping the long notes...but nothing was as satisfying as cursing aloud to close-minded people like that.

"Do you get, do you get a little kick out of being small-minded?
You want to be like your father, it's approval you're after
Well, that's not how you find it

Do you, do you really enjoy living a life that's so hateful?
'Cause there's a hole where your soul should be
You're losing control a bit, and it's really distasteful"

Even if she was messing up some of the fastest words, Catra was having the time of her life and it was so fun seeing Adora singing along and cheering from the table.

"Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late

So, please don't stay in touch
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you"

Something even more amusing was seeing strangers singing along during the refrain, because, come on, who doesn't know this song? It's just the funniest.

"You say, you think we need to go to war, well, you're already in one
'Cause it's people like you that need to get slew
No one wants your opinion

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause we hate what you do
And we hate your whole crew
So, please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you very, very much
'Cause your words don't translate
And it's getting quite late
So, please don't stay in touch

Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you
Fuck you, fuck you"

And so, Catra ended her performance with a wide grin, gaining an amused applause from the audience.
She chuckled and walked back to her roommate, who stood up and hugged her, still laughing.
"I'm so happy I managed to make you sing." She commented.
"Whatever princess, now let's go: I need tacos!" The brunette stated.
"Tacos?" Adora repeated with shining eyes, hurrying to collect her things.
In no time, they were back out in the street, even more populated then before.
They swinged through the crowd, ignoring each glance from strangers and called another Uber, which took some minutes to arrive. Fortunately, the tacos food truck wasn't far away.

There was, indeed, a car park that Catra discovered with DT some evenings before, where there were many different food trucks which would sell delicious dainties, while some picnic tables were available in a nearby park and both lamppost and Christmas lights would illuminate the place.

As the brunette expected, Adora was stunned by it.

"These are some of the best tacos I've ever had" Catra added, while they waited in the line.
"I bet! This place is so cool! Why have I never been here before?" The blonde exclaimed.
"I mean, if you count on sparkles to have fun, the best of your day could only be going to some tea house." The Latina sarcastically teased, with her remarkable smirk.
"Glimmer is fun, she loves fairs and the zoo." Adora pointed out.
"Yeah, five year old children love fairs and the zoo too." She joked more, before stepping forward to order their food.
"I mean, they are cool stuff...we could go there now, without stealing or breaking into it too! A best friend squad day out! I could even win a peluche for you, if you ask kindly." Adora cockily suggested.
"I don't need you, I bet I would win way more peluches then you!" The brunette claimed with a snort, turning her head to hide the blush on her cheeks.
"Oh Catra, you may be the faster and more agile, but we know that when it comes to targeting, I totally beat you." She replied, shoving her side lightly with a swing of her hip.
"This is all to be seen, princess" mumbled the latina, with a playful smirk.
"What do you want girls?" The man on the food track asked before the blonde had any chance to reply.
"Buenas noches, dos tacos de cerdo por favor." Catra ordered.
"Lo tienes, belleza." He answered, before turning around.
"Thank you." Adora added, before gazing to her roommate.
She really was beautiful.
Catra's smile turned into a confused frown when she noticed the girl mesmerised expression, but the blondie shook her head and turned again to watch the chef filling their tacos, as the latina imitated her.
The tacos were handed to them and Adora insisted on paying for them, before they walked to the picnic tables.