At the Club
Based on this prompt: Can you maybe write a one shot where BB gets Raven to go to a club?
I have a headcanon that they sit in the corner and make stories about people when they go out together.
"He's actually a rodeo clown, and he's trying to find his mate-"
"-but secretly, he's attracted to the bull in the rodeo. His name is Boris."
Raven snorted into her Diet Coke and covered her mouth with her hand, trying to hold in her laughter at Beast Boy's observation. Her eyes were bright as she watched the squat, older man in the cowboy hat wander away from their table, oblivious to the Titans' observation of him. Next to her, Beast Boy grinned, his eyes laughing at her as she watched him from the shadows of her hooded sweatshirt.
"Okay, that was a good one. Even I'll admit that."
Beast Boy laughed again and made another tick under his name on the drink napkin between them. "Ah, and I win yet another one. Okay, Raven, I'm ahead by four points, what are you gonna do to catch up? You can't have me win another round can you?"
"No, I really can't… Hmm…" Her eyes scanned the crowd, looking for another target for their game. No one seemed to jump out at her yet, and she attempted to make small talk in the mean time. "I never realized you could be this fun, Gar."
He chuckled and tapped his fingers on the glass in front of him, his gaze following her own. "Awe, come on, Rae. I'm always fun. You know that."
"I know that?" She raised an eyebrow and pretended to scoff. "I was unaware that I knew you were fun."
"Oh, ha ha." He rolled his eyes but still continued to smirk at her, his pride still intact. "Admit it, you like hanging out with me on team outings." Pause. "Even if they are at a club," he added as an after thought.
Raven shrugged and swirled her straw around in her glass, avoiding his curious stare as he continued to look at her. Even in the earth-shaking noise, and flashing lights, their little corner of the club felt almost… intimate. Like a piece of the building had been carved out just for them, and them alone.
She glanced over at him again and blushed. "I just… I don't know why you bother to hang out with me anyway. I mean… don't you want to dance or pick up chicks?"
His cheeks darkened and he looked away, pretending to be interested in something else. He rubbed the back of his head and hummed for a moment, as if trying to put space between them. "Awe, come on, Rae… you know I'm not really a good dancer. In fact… I kinda suck at it. And… girls really aren't into the green skin."
Raven's expression softened. "But they dig the ears?"
He chuckled and locked eyes with her again. "Yeah, they dig the ears."
She moved ice around in her glass again. "I kinda dig the skin."
"Oh."
"And the ears."
"Oh."
Raven shrugged, pretending to be interested in something else, and she looked back into the crowd of dancers. Next to her, she felt Beast Boy's surprised stare follow her, waiting for her to continue. But she kept quiet, and he began to wonder if he should pry or not.
He chose not to.
Raven nudged his elbow with hers, their eyes locking for a moment. A spark of heat erupted between them, but neither one wanted to bring attention to it. Instead, they let it flare up in silence - a moment that was theirs, and theirs alone.
Smiling, Raven raised her hand and pointed onto the dance floor. "Ponytail at ten o'clock. He has this vision of being the next Picasso, but he can only use finger paints and glitter glue."
Beast Boy actually spit out his drink.
