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Raven went to her manager and asked for a 15-minute break to meet with a customer, cover-up now hiding her crystal. The next thing Raven knew she was following Beastboy over to a table where a very familiar figure sitting in it.
"Raven," Cyborg said, standing. "Hey how are you?"
"I'm great," Raven said, giving him a quick hug before taking her seat, very close to Beastboy. He noticed the several dark looks coming his way because he was sitting with the Nightingale. They sat down and Raven leaned back. "Joe, can you get me something good and put it on my tab?"
"Good as in strong or good as in taste, Joe asked.
"Taste," she replied.
"Sure thing Rea," Joe said.
She turned back around and looked back at her two friends. "So Cyborg, how's life treating you?"
"Everything's great," he replied, sipping his beer, "Me wife, Jessie, and I think that we can afford a kid soon."
"Good," Raven said. "So, what did you end up doing?"
"I design and build custom cars," he replied, "I also do some restoration on older cars for museums and such. It pays pretty well, but I'm a new company so, you know how it goes."
"Yeah," Beastboy replied, "I test video games. One day I'm gonna try to start designing, but it usually takes a while to get started."
"What about you Raven," Cyborg asked.
"Well," Raven said, "I work here, I'm work at an arcade and I work stage crew at the Orion." Orion was a theater down town, it was known for some of the best productions in the world, second only to Broadway and London.
"That's great," Cyborg said, "Though with your voice I though you would be performing."
"Nah," she said, taking the drink from Joe and taking a swig, she looked at it and smiled, "Vodka on Rocks?"
"I know it's your favorite," Joe said, "It's a double."
"Thank you," Raven said and turned back to a very shocked pair of men. "What?"
"You drink straight Vodka," Cyborg asked, his jaw open. "In a glass! You must have some tolerance."
"I work in a bar, Cyborg," Raven said, "Of course I have a high alcohol tolerance. Do think that I've worked in a bar for three years without getting challenged to some drinking games?" Cyborg's jaw dropped again, 'Was Raven just being sarcastic!'
"No," he said, "I guess you would have a high tolerance." Cyborg sipped more of his beer, he noticed Beastboy's hand casually drift over Raven's, Cyborg looked towards the stage and pretended not to notice. Soon Raven had to leave to tend the bar.
"I have to go back to work, I get me next break a little after 11," she replied, "If you guys are still here I'll talk to you then." Two minutes later another round of beers came without an order.
"It's from Rea," Demeter said, putting the beers on the table, "She says it's for old times sake. So, you guys are old friends of Rea's?" The two assumed that "Rea" was Raven.
"Yeah," Beastboy replied, "We used to hang out together."
"Cool," Demeter said, "I'll see you around." Demeter left and let the two friends to their beers. They talked and soon they noticed the bar go quiet again, Raven was coming back on. She sang the same number, just after she came off Cyborg looked at his watch.
"Oh my gosh," he said, "It's after 11, Jessie's gonna kill me. Tell Raven I'll see her around." Cyborg put own a ten to cover his share and left, clapping Beastboy on the shoulder and walking out of the bar. Beastboy decided to wait for Raven; pretty soon she came over once again clad in a mini skirt and boots with halter. Now she was sweating a little from the lights and fighting her way through rose-wielding men, her cover-up that covered her crystal was smearing a little.
She sat down with a sigh and looked at him, "Cy go home?"
"Yeah," Beastboy replied, "He promised his wife he'd be home by midnight."
"Oh," Raven said, "Well, its nice to see you, Gar." Beastboy jumped, she had never called him by his given name, Garfield. He was always Beastboy to her; he assumed that she was keeping his cover.
"Yeah," Beastboy replied, "It's good to see you too." Suddenly there was an enormous crash of thunder and the power went out, several girls screamed and people began to panic. Raven sighed.
"Come on," she said, "The bar's going to close." Raven led Beastboy out to find it was pouring rain. She walked him out-front and his car was gone, suddenly his cell phone buzzed a message, he must not have heard it over the music in the bar. He picked it up and dialed his number.
"Hey man," Cyborg's voice came over the phone, "Someone slashed your wheels, I had it towed to my shop. I'll call you when the patch is done. If you need a ride call a taxi and I'll cover it. Laters dude." Beastboy snapped his phone shut.
"Someone slashed my tires," Beastboy said, "Can I get a ride?"
"Sure," Raven said, looking up at the rain, "It's only going to get worse, though. You can crash at my place tonight it's closer, besides tomorrow's Saturday, so I get off at the Orion."
"Thanks," Beastboy said, he followed Raven to her motorcycle and she hitched him home. Both were soaked to the bone by time they were outside Raven's building due to the fact that neither had brought a jacket. She chained up her bike and walked inside, a nice elderly lady was sitting in the hallway.
"Rea darling," she said, "I'm glad you got home safely, I was worried, Demeter got in just a few minutes ago."
"Thank you Mrs. Dubbinton," Raven said, "How're your grandchildren?"
"They're dolls," she replied, "Just absolute dolls. Who's your gentleman friend?"
"This is Garfield," Raven said, "He's one of my old friends."
"Very good," she said, "I'll see you tomorrow." Raven and Beastboy got into the elevator and she hit the 'door close' button.
"See you tomorrow Mrs. Dubbinton," Raven said. She took a key from her purse and turned it before hitting the button for the fourth floor.
"You live here," Beastboy asked.
"Yeah," Raven replied as the doors opened out unto a spacious flat, "Demeter and I rent here, it's not much but it's cheap." Inside was pretty nice. There were Japanese paper walls dividing the main area into a living room, kitchen, dance room/dojo, and a very small meditation chamber. Other then that there were three bedrooms and bathrooms. Beastboy knew it was not like his flat; this was simpler, yet elegant at the same time. It was almost like entering a Zen parlor, though the stereo system suggested that these two did have fun once in a while. Demeter came out of the kitchen with her hair back and a towel over her shoulder.
"Hey Rea," she said, not noticing Beastboy, "I've got the pasta on and the sauce is almost ready..." She did not finish her sentence; she saw the emerald haired, soaked, man with her roommate. She immediately whisked Raven off to one side. "Isn't that the guy with the black orchids?"
"He's an old friend," Raven said, moving back to Beastboy, "We'll talk during dinner, right now we need to get him into something dry." She looked back at Beastboy. "Here. I'll get you situated in the guest room, you can take a hot shower and then we'll eat." She led him into the back part of the house where the bedrooms where. Raven quickly ducked into her room and pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee, blushing madly. (Quite a feat for someone with grey skin) "I nicked these from your room the day before we were disbanded." Raven could not believed that she had just told him that, she had just wanted to keep a part of him with her. Beastboy just smiled, his own blush forming (he himself had stolen one of her capes from her closet), took that and a towel and walked to the guest room. She walked back into her own room and pulled out a pair of jeans and a tee. She showered quickly and walked out to find dinner ready and her two friends waiting.
"So," Demeter said, "Raven, I've been wonder who this dashing young man is. So, who is he and is he single?" Raven suddenly felt her stomach boil, 'HANDS OFF!' her inner voice screamed, but Raven kept her cool, wondering why it was thinking that way.
"This is Garfield," Raven said, "He's also known by his more personal friends as Beastboy." Beastboy looked at Raven, she looked back. "Demeter's cool, she knows about who I was."
"You were a Titan," Demeter asked. Beastboy nodded. "That explains a lot." Demeter did not press information from either of them. Dinner went smoothly and soon it became to late for them to stay up any more. They all retired, but soon Beastboy heard movement in the next room. He got up, ignoring the fact that he was only wearing jeans, and plodded over to Raven's room. Demeter was already there with a hooded flashlight. Raven was thrashing about on the bed, mumbling something in a demonic tongue.
"She gets nightmares every year this week," Demeter said, "She won't tell me what happened, but I know how it feels to have fear like that. Not many people live through trauma without some scars. She was attacked, wasn't she?" Demeter looked at Beastboy, she looked afraid for her friend. "She tries to hide it, but I know what's on her arms." Beastboy nodded, he did not need to be reminded of what happened five years ago. "How bad was it?" He hesitated. "If she finds out it will not be from me." Beastboy brought her away into the kitchen and sat her down at the table, poured stiff drinks for both of them, and seated himself across from her.
"It was five years ago," he said, Beastboy had told no one about this day for many, many years. "Cy and I came home after just getting a new game consol, I was looking for her when she screamed. When I got to her room she was lying on the floor in a pool of her own blood. Someone, we never found him, had cut her wrists and elbows open. She almost died." Demeter sat in horror; she knew just how much blood there would have been from such injuries. "I got her to the med center and stopped her bleeding, but we never got the stains out of her uniform. Later, when I asked who attacked her she said it was her brother. I've never really gotten over the look on her face when she told me, I was surprised nothing in the room exploded when she cried." There was a hanging silence between them for many minutes, the drinks someone seemed to empty themselves for neither remembered ever drinking them.
"I had no idea," Demeter said. "I can see why she didn't tell me, she doesn't normally let her emotions show. It's been better over the years. One day she disappeared, a week later she came back. Rea was tired and beat up a little, but ever since that say she's been happier. She smiles more." Suddenly a weak, muffled, scream pierced the night air and cut off, Beastboy was on his feet in a moment. Demeter held up a hand. "She does that during her nightmares, it's nothing." Beastboy looked towards Raven's room, unconvinced, he would never forgive himself is she was hurt again. "You really care about her, don't you?" Beastboy looked to the ground and said nothing. "I thought so. Well, I'll be in bed. Thank you for telling me what she's been though. Raven's not the only one with scars." She tilted her head back to reveal a horrible, jagged, scar on her own neck. "But that's another story for another day. I'll see you in the morning." Demeter walked back into her room, but Beastboy walked to Raven's doorway; it was almost five years to the day since the attack.
He looked down at the woman he loved, his eyes now fully used to the darkness around him. She was tossing and turning a littler bit, still muttering incoherently. Beastboy, his protective sense coming over, eased next to her on the bed and took her in his arms. It was almost like she could sense his presence and she calmed a little. He stroked her hair and held her in his arms for a few more minutes. It was only then that he noticed that his hands were only coming in contact with bare skin. Raven was wearing a small pair of boxers and a tank top, 'Hot' was his frame of mind. She calmed more and more and he stroked her hair. After what felt like an eternity he decided that she was calm enough to be left alone, she probably wouldn't like it if she woke up and found him holding her. He shifted slightly and moves to get out of the bed.
"Please don't," he heard behind him, Raven was slightly awake. The look in her eyes was different then any other he had ever seen, even though she was half asleep. "Please don't leave me." Her voice broke a little as she spoke again. "I don't want to be alone."
"All right," Beastboy said, lying down next to her again. He wrapped his arms around her and she snuggled into his chest. The top of her head was just below his chin, he pressed his lips to her hair, he had always loved how her hair smelt, it was scented, very faintly, of lavender. His eyes closed and a shiver ran down his spine as their legs bushed up against each other. He kept his head clear from thoughts of her to avoid any, changes; he did not want Raven to feel uncomfortable around him. His leg was slightly over hers and he just held her, keeping the nightmares away.
Raven held onto Beastboy. Her head was resting on his bare shoulder; his arms had filled in nicely over the years. His skin was warm beneath her cheek. She just let him hold her; Raven felt his lips touch her hair and felt a shiver run down her spine. She fell asleep in his arms, feeling safer then she had in years. A greater peace then any hours of meditating could obtain.
Awe, so cute.
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