Thanks to my two reviewers, clouded leopard and Rochelle! Here's the next chapter as requested, mint condition.
Enjoy! I know DDR fans like myself will.. harharhar!
Auctionable Love
Chapter 2- My faevoritt aliun souperheero
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It took a good, whole hour before the bathroom line was gone, and everyone's bellies filled with the meal of their choice. According to Beast Boy, they still had 4 more hours to go. Thus, they engaged in a DDR-fest! (DDR Max 2 to be exact.)
The Titans enjoyed DDR as much as the author. They love the exercise they receive from such a game. Except for the fact that the author is out of breath by the second song because of her amazingly poor endurance..
"Ha! Beat you by a full grade!" BB jeered at Cyborg, having finished Break Down satisfactorily and compared his B grade to Cyborg's C.
"Only cause you pushed me halfway through the song!"
Now it was Robin and Starfire's turn again. Robin selected Heavy mode, which is extremely scary, while Starfire went for the less fiery Standard. Of course, they selected one of the author's faves, Dream a Dream by Captain Jack, complete with the background video that makes absolutely no sense but no one really notices that since the arrows get in the way half the time. XD
Rave sighed and lifted her left hand to check the time, and failed to notice she didn't have a watch. She had already gone through five books, wishing she had checked out more from the library. And Japanese music gave her a headache. [Author's note: Raven is wrong about that, though! Because Max 2 has mostly music that's in English. So ha. is a nerd]
"Okay, now it's mine and Raven's turn!" Beast Boy exclaimed, using improper English, and hurrying to a mat.
"Me?" Raven snapped to attention. "WHY?"
"Come on, it'll be fun!" Beast Boy pleaded.
Raven took pity, and, rolling her eyes, she got up before BB could start whining.
BB selected his usual mode, Standard, and politely waited for Raven. He raised an eyebrow as she put hers on Heavy mode. Don't you think you should.. I dunno, be on Beginner mode or---"
"Song's starting."
"Wha?!" BB jumped to face the screen and the tunes of Xenon. And also Raven whooping his butt on a game she never played before.
Forgetting that he was playing, BB joined the others in gaping at Raven expertly dancing away like those nerds who hog all the DDR systems at the arcade.
"0 misses, 207 perfects, a 117 combo, full dance meter, plus an A," Raven read out her results.
"Raven's a DDR prodigy, dawg," Cyborg whistled.
"B-but.." Beast Boy stammered, watching as Raven stalked off quietly. "That's not possible!"
"Mail's here!" Robin called from the kitchen.
"I'm just more coordinated, Beast Boy," Raven muttered, trying to calm him somewhat.
"Hey, I'm coordinated! OW! Watch where you're going, you.. table.."
The Titans assembled in the kitchen, abandoning DDR and wondering how Robin had hauled several large, heavy-duty mail sacks into the kitchen in the time frame of one minute.
"Daily fanmail?" Cyborg asked, prodding one of the sacks.
"What else?" Robin smirked. "It's not like we get bills.."
"Then who pays for our electricity, or our video games, or.. GASP! Our TOFU?!" BB exclaimed, not using improper English this time but rather poor punctuation and interjection insertion.
"The government."
"Oh."
Robin began sorting the fanmail. "Okay, this sack is Beast Boy's, this one's Cyborg's, 2 are for Starfire, the gothic-looking one is Raven's.."
"Yay." Raven muttered darkly. More letters from depressed kids and Goths who wanted to know where her cape came from and if blue could really be regarded as a black if it were dark enough. Sigh..
"And the last 6 are mine." He indicated to a pile of mail bags on the floor that were overflowing with pink, heart- and lipstick-covered letters.
BB informed them that they had 3 and a half hours left to read fanmail.
"Joy," Raven said, dumping out her sacks and sorting them in an indistinguishable manner.
BB noticed everyone else was doing the same. Most of them got pleasant treats in their mail, like Robin, who received several pieces of women's lingerie and boxes of chocolate daily. (Although BB would admit Robin did throw out the lingerie like the stupid gentleman he was, handling them with safety goggles, latex gloves, and a long pair of metal tongs whenever possible..) It wasn't very comforting to remember the time received an angry threat and a weapon of biological warfare in his mail.. of course, that was from a villain, but still..
"'Deer Starrfiyur, my name iz Amy and I am 6 yeers old and you ar my faevoritt aliun souperheero,'" Starfire recited. "Awwww.. what a sweet Earthchild!" she cried, hugging the letter covered with animal stickers as if it were from.. a 6 year old name Amy.. who liked animals. Yes.
Robin threw another box into his pile of chocolates. He never bothered to read most of the letters; a good majority were from older, hormone-distressed girls (or from strange men.. but let's not go there) who blabbed about how [cute] and [cool] he was and how they wanted to ..[meet].. him. [words edited to keep the rating down]
Although the letter he was now clutching was quite different from the rest.. In fact, it was exactly the same as the one on the window last night, except this one only bore one word:
Soon.
Puzzled, Robin looked at it closer, flipping it over, only to find nothing. Except for the aroma coming from the letter.. It smelled of roses and jasmine and.. so many other intoxicating scents..
"How come Robin gets all the GOOD fanmail?" BB asked, eyeing Robin's chocolates hungrily. "It's so not fair.."
"That is because Robin is a sexy bisnatch and a man-ho, correct?"
There was an awkward silence as jaws hit the floor with a heavy thud.
"Starfire.." Raven blinked in disbelief. "Who taught you those words?"
"Cyborg did!" Starfire replied cheerfully. "Why?"
"Cyborg..?" Robin muttered each syllable carefully, his eye twitching in a strange manner.
"H-hey! I only taught her 'man-ho'," Cyborg replied nervously, waving his hands to ease Robin off a bit. He was now regretting ever watching BET with Starfire, although he did like the term "bisnatch". He must remember that one. If he lived past this day, that is.
"Wait! What's a man-ho?" BB asked, scratching his head.
Raven smacked her head at Beast Boy's innocence. "Male. Prostitute," she informed him dryly.
"Prosti-- OH! Well, Star wasn't off by much, then," he sniggered, holding up one of Robin's pink and lacy "gifts". A chirping birdarang soon lodged itself in his head.
"Let's continue with the plot, shall we?" Robin breathed, fuming.
"Wow.. the author made it 11:30 already," Cyborg stated, reading his internal clock device.. thing.. "Shouldn't we be going?"
"Right. Titans, go!" Robin exclaimed in his signature manner.
So they went to the front door, a massive thing which resembles a wall that swings open magically.
A prim-looking man in a black suit and funny hat stood outside the door, straightening his bowtie.
"Ummm.. who are you?" BB asked.
"I'm your chauffeur," the man said, clearing his throat and gesturing to a waiting limo. [Okay, I know they live on an island, but I'm gonna make an imaginary bridge or something, cause there HAS to be a way the T-car and Robin's bike make it to the city in so many episodes..]
"We never ordered a limo," Cyborg stated.
"Then who did?" Robin asked, raising an eyebrow.
"The author. She felt you all deserved a break from flying and whatnot."
"Oh. How nice of her!" Star said excitedly, clapping her hands together. The man led them into the black limousine, holding the door open and even closing it after they went in! What service!
The interior of the limo was black leather, A/C'ed, and had a little fridge next to the seats. Cyborg quickly grabbed a root beer before BB could get his green hands on it, and sat in the back, taking up the rear seats by himself. That left Raven and an annoyed ginger-ale-sipping BB on one side and Robin and Star on the other.
As the driver started the limo and began driving, the rest of the thirsty Titans helped themselves to the beverage refreshments (Starfire had to settle for orange juice, as Robin and Raven were afraid of her getting hyperactive on caffeine.) It wasn't very long before they finished hteir drinks and were bored. Cyborg decided that they should play the license plate game.
"There's Oregon!" he announced proudly. "That's 7."
BB yawned. "What state are WE in anyway? They never told us, and we're the stars of this show!"
"Judging by the climate and urban surroundings, I'd say the state in which the author lives in. California," Robin said. [teeheehee.. ]
"Alright, who IS this.. author? Do we know her?" Raven asked, extremely curious as to the writer's plan in this odd referral system.
"I've met her before," Robin replied. "She's the greatest! She's a wonderful artist, and very talented in singing and lots of other things, except for sports, and is the most beautiful creature that ever graced this planet.." Robin rambled on about the author's great beauty. [bwahahhaha!]
5 minutes later..
"-- and she also likes video games and cats," Robin finished. He looked around to find that everyone, despite their caffeine intakes, had fallen asleep. Cyborg was slouched and snoring quite loudly, while Beast Boy had found Raven's lap to be a comfortable pillow. Raven's head leaned dangerously back, and Starfire's head was propped up on Robin's shoulder.
The scene held the marvel of a Kodak moment. Minus the cheesy families and plus superheroes. Speaking of superheroes..
"We're here," the limo driver sang, opening the door already.
They had arrived.
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