HOW YA'LL DOIN'! Thanks for the awesome reviews! Ya'll ROCK! Ok, this is my first "mature" story, (yes, there's a lemon) so, be gentle. ; ) PS, I couldn't think of a better title. RobxStar, one shot.

Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN THE STINKEN' TITANS!

Fury and Loathing in Jump City

Starfire held on tight to Robin's waist as the motorcycle speed along the road. She didn't know where they were going, exactly. Robin simply said it would be fun. She was excited, but a little nervous. But, she trusted Robin.

The wind flew through her hair as she rested her head on his shoulder. Robin grinned and drove up to an old warehouse. The lights from the windows changed from pink to green and Star could hear pounding music on the inside.

Robin parked the bike out front and escorted Starfire to the front door. A very buff guy stopped them.

"You on da list, buddy?" he asked Robin. Robin gave a half-grin and showed him his communicator. His eyes went wide. "Oh! You two are Titans? I'm sorry – I didn't realize – I mean –" he cleared his throat. "I hope you have a good time, Mr. Robin, Miss Starfire," then he opened the door.

Star giggled. She had never been called "Miss Starfire" before.

Robin grabbed her hand and took her inside to the pounding music and strobe lights. It reminded her of the time Blackfire had taken them to a party, but this party was – different – somehow. There were some people dancing while others were making out by the bar. Some couples were heading to back rooms. And people dressed differently, too. Many wore large, floppy hats and pacifiers around their necks.

"You ever been to a rave before?" Robin asked her. He practically had to yell.

"No," she yelled back.

"Come on!" Then he pulled her to the middle of the dance floor. They began to dance all over the place. And, although she was a little intimidated by this "rave", she quite enjoyed herself. Soon, she was sweaty and out of breath. Robin was, too.

"I'm gonna go get us some water," he shouted. "Stay here, ok?" She nodded and he left.

She caught her breath, waiting for her friend to come back. As she did, a bunch of guys, who were eyeing her previously, came over to her. They circled her like vultures.

"Hey, baby," one of them said. "How you doin' ?"

"Fine," she said, nervously.

"Yes you are," remarked another boy.

"You new here?" said the first.

"Yes." The boys smirked at each other. "Who are you?"

"Oh, we're – greeters," said the boy. "Yeah, greeters. See, we greet new comers."

"Oh."

"Yeah. See, we take them back to those rooms over there and, uh, 'greet' them." The group chuckled. Starfire didn't see what was funny. "And I believe you are a new comer."

"Yes?" Starfire was nervous. The group was closing in on her.

"Well, then I think it's time for you to be 'greeted'." Two of them grabbed her arms.

"Perhaps I should tell my friend –"

"He knows the rules. Besides, I'm sure you won't be missed." Her eyes grew wide. They took her to the back and pushed her into a room. It had no windows, no source of light except for the florescent, blue light, shining in the corner. It had no furniture, save a bed in the corner.

She looked at the group. "I truly believe I should retrieve my friend." They blocked the door.

"You'll see him in a minute," said the first boy. He seamed to be the leader of the group. He pushed her down on the mattress.

"What are you doing?" she asked, fearfully.

"Having a little fun."

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Tprinces