Tara's P.O.V

Cet enfoiré. Comment osait-il? Blesser le pauvre Steph comme ça. POUAH! (Translates to That motherfucker. How dare he? Hurting poor Steph like that. UGH!) I bolted over in the direction of Carter and slapped him across that face Steph loved.

"How DARE you?!" I screamed. Lucifer saw me yelling and slapping and hitting and punching the crap outta the connard. (Youuuuu don't wanna know what that means) and tried pulling me away. "Vous chier. Elle t'aimait Comment? Je ne sais pas. Mais elle a baisé et tu as brisé son petit cœur naïf. Tu es un petit abrut. Votre morceau de merde," I yelled cursing him out in French once more. I saw Brad giggling his head off because he knew what it meant. Then, I switched languages and called him words in Spanish. "Necesitas poner una cabeza en esos malditos hombros tuyos. ¡¿Qué diablos te haría, su amor, besar a otra zorra, perra, mujer como esa ?! Espero que te vayas al infierno y espero que lo disfrutes allí, imbécil," I hissed. Yes. I'm trilingual. (Spanish, English, and French. You only speak one language?) And then, in English. "I hope you rot in hell. I hope you get your balls chopped off, cause you had some balls to hurt Steph like that. And you can ask my brother, Brad, over there for the translations of what I said," I sneered. And I walked out of the bar with my head held high.

Carter P.O.V

"Brother? And tell me what she said!" I hissed.

"I'm her younger brother, and in Spanish, she said, 'You need to get a head on those fucking shoulders of yours. What in the fucking world would make you, her love, kiss another slutty, bitchy, woman like THAT?! I hope you go to hell and I hope you enjoy it there, you dickhead.' In French, she said, 'You shit. She loved you. How? I do not know. But she fucked and you broke her naive little heart. You are a little asshole. Your piece of shit.' I should catch up with my sister and her fiancee. Bye, Sir," Brad said running off. I sighed and hit my knees. I really fucked up.

Tara's P.O.V

"Steph?" I called walking into our apartment. She was sitting in her dress, makeup running down her face. I sat next to her on the floor. "Hey, it's okay, Babe. I took care of him," I said pulling her head into my chest. Her head jerked up and looked at Lucifer. He looked at the ground and began to speak.

"She beat him up and cursed him out in Spanish, English, and French. Man, I never knew you were that fluent, Tara," Lucifer said grabbing the whiskey behind him. I grabbed two glasses and handed Steph one.

"Here, Babe. Drink. It numbs the pain. You know the lines from my favorite song?" I asked her standing up hitting the play button from my iPod. "Pour me, pour me another drink. 'Cause I don't wanna feel a thing, no more, hell no. I just want to sip 'til the pain wears off. Pour me, pour me another round. Line 'em up and knock 'em down, two more, let's go. 'Cause I ain't ever hurt like this before," I sang with the music.

"Don't wanna think about her. Wear a ring without her. Don't wanna hit the karaoke bar, can't sing without her. So make them drinks strong, 'cause, brother, she's gone. And if I'm ever gonna move on," Steph sang with me wiping her eyes with the tissues I handed her. And we then sang together.

"I'ma need some whiskey glasses, 'cause I don't wanna see the truth. She's probably making out on the couch right now with someone new. Yeah, I'ma need some whiskey glasses if I'm gonna make it through. If I'ma be single, I'ma need a double shot of that heartbreak proof. And see the world through whiskey glasses." We sang. Then I sang, "See the world through whiskey glasses,"

"Last call. I swear this will be my last call. I ain't drunk dialing no more at 3 am. Mr. Bartender hit me again. Don't wanna think about her. Wear a ring without her. Don't wanna hit the karaoke bar, can't sing without her. So make them drinks strong, 'cause, brother, she's gone. And if I'm ever gonna move on. I'ma need some whiskey glasses 'cause I don't wanna see the truth. She's probably making out on the couch right now with someone new. Yeah, I'ma need some whiskey glasses if I'm gonna make it through. If I'ma be single I'ma need a double shot of that heartbreak proof and see the world through whiskey glasses." We sang again. She was smiling at this time and then, I began to dance to the next part.

"See the world through whiskey glasses, yeah. Line 'em up, Line 'em up, Line 'em up, Line 'em up. Knock 'em back, Knock 'em back, Knock 'em back, Knock 'em back. Fill 'em up, Fill 'em up, Fill 'em up, Fill 'em up. 'Cause if she ain't ever coming back. Line 'em up, Line 'em up, Line 'em up, line 'em up. Knock 'em back, Knock 'em back, Knock 'em back, Knock 'em back. Fill 'em up, Fill 'em up, Fill 'em up, Fill 'em up! 'Cause if she ain't ever coming back!" I sang moving my arms around and swaying my hips. Steph stopped singing and started hysterically laughing.

"Thanks, Tee-Tee. You really know how to cheer me up," she said. I smiled and hugged her, shutting the music off. I walked her to the bathroom and turned the hot water on.

"It will help with the pain," I said, closing the door behind me. I walked back to the living room and sat on the couch with Luce. "Babe?" I asked as he looked down at me.

"Yeah?" He said.

"You think she'll be okay?" I asked, fixing myself on the couch so I could be the same height as him.

"Yeah. She'll be just fine," He said. We put the show Lucifer with Tom Ellis on and then the bell rang. I ran to get it and in walks the little Connard.

"What the fuck do you want, Connard?" I sneered. Luce giggled.

"What did you call me?"

"Connard, it means shithead or motherfucker. Take your pick," I said as Luce cackled.

"I need to speak to her," He said.

"Sorry, she's in the shower and won't be out for a while, see you tomorrow! Bye!" I said pushing him out the door as the water shut off. Out walked Steph.

"Carter?" Steph's soft voice cooed.

"Steph, I'm so sorry! But it's not what it looked like!" the Connard said. I rolled my eyes as Steph pulled him back in the door.

"So what was it?!" Steph said. She saw all the bruises I left on his skin. What can I say? Fuck with my friends, you fuck with me. And Carter then explained himself to Steph. I was a little less annoyed, but I was about to hit this Anastasia. Steph and Carter were fine, but Luce and I were still on the fence about this. I grabbed another glass and filled them with whiskey.

"To new beginnings," I said for a toast.

"To new beginnings," we all said. It really was new beginnings.

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