"But Raven--"
"No."
"Just for a little--"
"No, Beast Boy."
"...C'mon, I'll pay you to--"
"Beast Boy!" Raven's patience, tested throughout the entire day by this constant pestering, was now at its absolute limit. "You've asked me sixteen times today--thirteen of those times in the last five minutes--and my answer is the same as it always has been. I will not now, nor will I ever, give you a lap dance."
Beast Boy's shoulders sagged. He slumped back against the couch next to Raven, who never once looked up from her book, and folded his arms. "I didn't say right now," he mumbled quietly.
Raven sighed in consternation. "Whether it's now or a year from now doesn't matter; you're still asking me to do something demeaning and--"
"It's not demeaning!" Beast Boy replied defensively. "It's sexy! And it's right up your alley too!"
This remark derailed Raven's train of thought completely. Her head slowly turned to face Beast Boy, eyes pitch-black. Beast Boy gulped. "Uhhh...I love you?"
"...Are you implying that I'm a closet stripper?" Raven asked in a slow, measured tone.
"C'mon Raven," Beast Boy said nervously. "You and I both know that I'm not smart enough to imply anything."
"This is true," called Cyborg from the kitchen. The couple immediately directed their attention towards him. He was standing over the stove, grilling a thick slab of meat (Beast Boy's stomach did a turn as he caught sight of Cyborg's meal). "Give him a break, Rae; he can't even figure out the speed-dial on our land line."
Raven gave him a quizzical glance. "We've never had a land line."
Cyborg grinned back at her. "And now you know why."
"You've been there the whole time, haven't you?" Beast Boy asked, stroking his chin in an imitation of a TV detective.
"Nah. But long enough," replied Cyborg. "I came in around the time you started trying to barter your Pokemon card collection. Just barely kept from laughing."
"Because that would give you away," Raven deduced, "and then you wouldn't be able to eavesdrop on the rest of our banter."
"Well," said Cyborg, smiling, as he flipped his steak over. "She's not just a pretty face after all." He inspected the meat, decided it was cooked long enough, threw it onto a plate and made a beeline to the exit. "And BB, you owe me for distracting Raven from that 'right up your alley,' remark."
The doors slid shut behind him, leaving Beast Boy alone, once again, with his deeply-aggravated girlfriend. "Well, thanks for reminding her," he muttered, knowing full-well that Cyborg would never hear.
I should probably update FOXHOUND sometime before its one-year anniversary...
We'll see if I decide to post anything else on here.