Author's Note: It's Christmas, everyone's doing Christmas things. I'm writing a story. BUT, I am wearing a Santa hat, so there. I have no idea what this is about, it'll probably be just some Teen Titan conversations.

Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Titans. New season starts on the 10th! YAY!

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Beast Boy sighed and tossed his controller onto the coffee table. He and Cyborg have been playing videogames for eight hours. The other three Titans came and went, sometimes stopping to watch for a game before leaving again. The two game-obsessed Titans managed to convince Robin and Starfire to play a few with them, for added competition, but Raven refused every time.

Beast Boy let out a sigh and began searching for the remote around his spot on the couch. "I have an announcement to make: this sucks."

Cyborg tossed his controller next to Beast Boy's and swiveled in his new black leather chair. "Ditto to that."

Beast Boy lifted a cushion. "Dude, don't you have a remote in your arm or something?"

"What the hell do I look like? A vending machine?"

Beast Boy opened his mouth to reply when a remote floated in front of his face. He held out his hands and watched as it dropped into his palms. "Thanks, Raven."

Raven sat down on the couch next to Beast Boy and flipped her hood back. "You left it in the refrigerator, next to the soy milk."

Cyborg swiveled in his chair, a vast grin on his face. He let out a deep chuckle and rubbed his hands together. "Hehehe… I feel like an evil genius in this chair."

Raven raised an eyebrow. "Well you look like a mentally defective imbecile."

"Good one!" Beast Boy held up his right hand for a high five. Raven raised a refined eyebrow and Beast Boy dropped his hand with a shrug. He turned his attention to the television and flipped through the channels, his thumb never leaving the 'up' button for pause.

"Uh… Beast Boy, want to slow down?"

"Yeah Salad Head, can you even tell what's on each channel?"

Beast Boy morphed into a rabbit, his paw still glued to the remote. "Infomercial, infomercial, football, basketball, soccer, pet psychic, Kim Possible, Spongebob, infomercial, Missy video, commercial, stand up-"

Cyborg chucked an empty pop can at the furry green bunny. "Fine, I GET it." Beast Boy morphed into his human form and grinned while continuing to click away.

Beyond the Titan Tower window the sun's last rays disappeared behind wine painted hills and luminous skyscrapers. The only light in the lounge where the friends gathered was the colossal TV. Beast Boy settled on an old western and the room filled with tans and coppers as a duel played out on the dusty Main Street.

Cyborg stretched. "Man, am I thirsty!"

Beast Boy nodded his head vigorously in agreement. "Completely parched."

They both looked at Raven. She glared Cyborg down. "I just got in here."

Beast Boy shrugged. "Then you're automatically the least comfortable and settled in."

She raised an eyebrow. "I'm never comfortable and settled in."

Cyborg frowned. "What's your point?"

Raven held up the mug in her hand. "I brought tea."

"So what you're saying is…"

"Get your own drinks, and stop being lazy."

Cyborg sat up, an expression of pure offense crossing his face. "I'm not lazy, I'm just a very calm person. Make Beast Boy do it."

Raven could predict exactly where this conversation was going. She would say: "except you hate soy milk, Cyborg."

And then Cyborg would reply: "You're right, Salad Head's completely useless."

To which Beast Boy would counter with: "Hey! I'm not completely useless. I can be used as a bad example."

Beast Boy morphed into the infamous kitten. "Besides, I'm too cute to work."

Raven inwardly rolled her eyes. "Cute and interesting are two different things."

Cyborg sighed. "We're not getting anywhere, I hereby call a 'not it.' One… two… three…"

"NOT IT" "Not it" "Not it!"

Raven, Beast Boy, and Cyborg all traded glares. On the TV the hero and villain stared each other down, flexing their calloused hands over their revolvers. Somewhere behind the trio a clock chimed ten times. The sky lost the last of the sun's color whilst stars leisurely appeared.

Beast Boy suddenly sat up straight, his eyes gleaming. "Am I thinking what I think I'm thinking?!"

Raven and Cyborg both raised their eyebrows. "…"

Beast Boy cleared his throat and turned his head towards the dormitory hallway. "Ahem… STARFIRE!"

All was silent for a second, even the western movie. Then a thump followed by an audible slam traveled down the hall. Starfire flew in and a gunshot echoed from the TV.

"Yes, Beast Boy?"

"Will you get me and Cyborg a pop from the kitchen?"

Starfire looked Beast Boy straight in the eye. "No."

All three gawked at her. "What? Why not?"

"Beast Boy, the kitchen is not 20 yards away, surely you cannot stand up and walk there? I have not seen you remove yourself from this couch for many hours."

Beast Boy pretended to look offended. "I had a long day yesterday. Besides you guys know I'm good for some things."

Raven could not stop herself, "being good at being stupid doesn't count."

Beast Boy turned to her, jaw slacked. "Traitor!"

Raven held up her mug. "Tea."

Starfire floated to the seat across from Cyborg and faced the television. "What are you guys watching?"

"Western."

She turned her attention back to Beast Boy. "You know, I'm a bit thirsty, too."

Cyborg cut in, "then get us something to drink!"

"But Cyborg, surely you agree that these new leather chairs are comfy. You know I cannot part with one now that I have sat down."

Beast Boy rolled his eyes, but Cyborg intervened. "No, no. She has a good point. These suckers are damn comfortable."

Beast Boy rolled his eyes yet again. "Then I guess that means that Cyborg isn't getting up either." He faced Raven. "That leaves me and you."

Raven held up her mug once again. "Tea."

"Well, guess that leaves you, Salad Head." Cyborg grabbed Beast Boy's foot and tossed him into the kitchen. "Get me a Coke!"