Author's Note: I wrote this because....I felt like it! (There we go!)This is not aone-shot, there will be more, but in very small doses. Of course my other TT fic, Back to Past (I'M DESPARATE FOR REVIEWS! (DROOL RUNS FROM MOUTH) GO READ AND REVIEW IT, PLEASE!) will still come first. On with the show!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Titans, their superhero pals, their supervillan nemsises, or Jim Beam.
New Year's Eve With Jimmy B.
eating plywood
It was New Years Eve, but of course that didn't mean that superheroes got the night off. No, on the contrary, at 4:43 p.m. the alarm sounded and, as usual, the Teen Titans were off. It had been an exhausting call: a three hour steak-out, attack, and battle. When the group had finally made it back to the Tower, there was just barely enough timefor preparations.
To bring in the New Year the Titans had decided to throw their first New Year's Eve party by inviting all of their friends. With any luck, there wouldn't be any crime in the city that night.
Starfire flew down to the basement to get the big glass punch bowl, while Robin reviewed the directions on the frozen punch containers, and Raven commanded floating decorations into place. Beast Boy and Cyborg went to the garage for folding tables.
The garage was a complete mess: crumpled sheets of newspaper covered in motor oil littered the floor along with several greasy, cardboard pizza boxes, and a few long plywood boards leaned against the wall in asagging pile. The two Titans looked out over this clutter hoping to see the two tabletops, but no such luck. They ventured into the junk, thehalf-robotic teen in the lead.
Stopping in front of the wall of lumber, they each followed the length of the boards almost to the ceiling with their eyes; even the taller of the two had to tilt his head back fairly far to see the top of the boards.
"Oh man," Cyborg complained, "I bet those stupid things are behind all this wood." He mumbled a little in irritation, then lifted one of the broads away and rested it on his shoulder horizontally.
Beast Boy had turned the other way and was scanning the back wall, when he thought that he saw the fake wood finish of one of tables peeking out from beneath some of the junk.
"Hey, Cy, I think I see 'em," he notified his friend.
"Really?" Cyborg asked, as began to turn around, the board still resting on his shoulder.
"Yeah, ri--" SMACK.
"Where did ya say, B?" Cyborg asked now facing the other direction, only to find his friend sprawled out on the concrete at his feet.
"Oh crud!" Cyborg exclaimed, as he dropped the lumber on the floor. "He's out like a light. I must've whacked himwith the board when I turned around," he concluded as he lifted the changeling up. "Hey, guys, I don't think BB's gonna be able to make it to the party!" Cyborg yelled up the stairs as he carried Beast Boy out of the garage to the second level.