AUTHORS NOTE MUST-READ: It's basically an alternate story of the meeting of the Titans. Everyone is over twenty one, and Beast Boy isn't even a Titan yet. Expect some fluff and some hot-and-heaviness. Inspired by several songs, including: Hurts So Good (John Mellencamp, I LOVE YOU;) Dancing in the Sheets (Footloose ROCKS;) and Mony Mony (Tommy James and the Shondells, what a FUN dance number!) Originally intended as a one-shot, but I've extended it. This can be called a song fic since almost every chapter will have a song. The first song isn't entirely fitting, but it slightly fits, and I LIKE IT! Please enjoy…

He ran his fingers through his hair, rolling his hips like the playboy he was. A beat thundered through the joint, and echoed its rhythm through his body. The place was crowded, practically jam packed with people looking for a good time; him being one of them.

Someone nudged him, and he turned, a familiar girl with fire-engine-red hair and honey-brown smiled, her white teeth startling against her tan. She raised her hands in the air so he got a better look at her outfit: a gold halter top with a draping neckline, a knee-length black skirt, followed by gold strappy stilettos, topped off with a black choker and a gold chain slung over her hip. "Wanna dance hot stuff?" she asked seductively.

He smiled, and could tell instantly by the change in her eyes that she was under his spell. "Why ask questions you already know the answer to Nina?"

Taking one of her hands carelessly, he continued to swing his hips. Nina was a club regular, and by now he had developed a good friendship with her, but nothing more. That was often proven by the way she constantly tried to fix him up. A few of her selections had ended in some eventful one-night stands, but nothing really committing. Nina just wouldn't get it through her head that he didn't do the whole 'boyfriend' thing. He hung out at clubs, went to bars, and had some laughs with chicks who understood his no-strings-attached mentality. No girlfriends and no romantic relationships for him. That just wasn't his scene.

As he observed some of the flashing lights and twirling glow-sticks, he thought how much this was his scene. There was lots of fun to have, lots of people to meet, and lots of good times to be had when he wasn't at work. That was his schedule: During the week go to work and spend the rest of the night at home watching TV or working out, sometimes heading out with his buddies to eat; on Friday it was work then off to Starz, then on Saturday it was where he was tonight, The Pop; and on Sunday he would go visit his foster family for church.

Of course, the term 'working out' included various meanings. One of them being to exercise his powers; powers to change into any animal possible. He gained that ability through an untested treatment his parents gave him for a fatal disease he had contracted. The side affects gave him the morphing powers, along with green skin. Yep, he was a freak. But the people at the clubs and bars he went to didn't really seem to give a shit. They liked weird people. The weirder the hotter, as some of them put it.

He was snapped back from his musings as the music stopped. He let out a breath, let go of Nina, and walked up to the bar, lined with neon lighting along the black marble. Plopping into his seat, he waited for the bartender. She walked away from the bowl of pretzels she had just refilled, and walked up to him, greeting him with a flirtatious smile and a "hey sugar, how you been?"

She was dressed to the nines, a silver little criss-cross number that cupped her breasts and had a high slit up the side. A smile split his face. "Not so bad Barb. What's new with you?"

Barb smiled, and flipped her jet-black hair out of her face. "Not much sweetie. Although, I know things would be a whole lot better if you wouldn't mind spending some time with me…"

The low note to her voice left no room for misunderstanding her meaning. But he didn't like to do the two-timing gig when he could help it, and he could tell by the outline on her wedding finger that she had recently taken off a ring. However, since she was such a good barkeep, it would be best to stay on her good side. Turning on all the charm, he grinned and said, "Sorry Barb, I've got a lot on my plate too. I can only get a drink and go tonight."

She sighed, and drummed her dark fingernails. "Okay sweetie."

He nodded, a little relieved. "Cool. I'll have---"

"A double scotch?" She ended with a smile.

He blinked, a little surprised at this, but nodded. As she walked away to fill his order, he lightly punched the table. Through his powers, he had developed a strong like of change. So he made it a point to never stay at a bar too long. Looked like Nina wasn't going to be a good friend anymore. His rule of thumb was that if the barkeep had memorized his drink order, then it was time to switch clubs.

With a sigh, he turned his head to watch the other dancers. So many of the people were shaking and twirling with abandon, not so much sexually as just out for a good time. A pity he had to leave, this place was pretty cool.

Turning back, he stopped as something caught his eye.

In a little cafe just the other side of the border
She was just sitting there givin' me looks that made my mouth water
So I started walking her way
She belonged to bad man, Jose
And I knew, yes I knew I should leave
When I heard her say, yeah

A pale girl with purple hair was sitting at a bar stool nearby, twitchy and nervous. Curiosity perked, and he leaned back to observe. Her eyes were a very deep blue, as if they held intense thought and emotion. The purple hair was high in the back, but low at her chin in the front, well-kept, but thin. Her hands were clasped together, no rings or bracelets, not even any nail polish. She was a very petite girl. Her collar bone was prominent, and even more attention was drawn to it by the sapphire necklace she wore around her neck. Her outfit was simple: black velvet off-the shoulder long sleeve and a blue silk skirt that matched her necklace, all of it pulled together by her black heels with blue beading over the closed toe. A sexy little package if he did say so himself. A little conserved, almost like a present he could unwrap and discover a fantastic gift underneath. He licked his lips predatorily. Already, he could sense the challenge she would present.

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

The first step, was to find out as much as possible about her before making a move. He whistled one of the other tenders over. Apparently the guy was new, but he arrived promptly. "What's up dude?"

He jerked his chin to the newbie. "Hey, ever seen the hottie here before?"

The barkeep looked at the girl and smirked. "A couple times she's been around. I've gotta say, she looks pretty damn fine."

'That she does,' he thought to himself. "Know anything about her?"

The tender shrugged, flipping over the obscured name-tag that read 'James'. "I don't really have that clear of a memory."

Eyes rolling, he handed James a twenty, which he eagerly accepted and stuffed in his jeans pocket. "She comes in every Friday and Saturday, she doesn't dance, she's always really nervous, she comes in with three other people but they don't even talk to each other, and she orders a Cosmopolitan."

With a nod and a smirk, he said, "I bet she gets a lot of orders."

James brows furrowed, making his eyebrow piercing twinkle against the strobe lights. "Huh?"

"Look at her."

So we started to dance
In my arms, she felt so inviting
That I just couldn't resist
Just one little kiss so exciting
Then I heard the guitar player say
"Vamoose, Jose's on his way"
Then I knew, yes I knew I should run
But then I heard her say, yeah

A waiter handed her a Black Russian, and said something to her. The girl looked around, and saw a lanky guy with a goatee grinning at her. She turned back to the waiter, and shook her head politely, her lips reading 'No thank you'.

He smiled. Oh yeah, this one was gonna be a challenge. Good thing he lived for challenges. "And add my name to the list…"

Raven glanced around irritably. Robin insisted she should come to the club with them…again. But they all knew she didn't date, or dance. Why they insisted she come along was beyond her. However, they were her friends, and she owed a few favors. A new drink appeared this one a Banana Daiquiri. The waiter pointed to a guy in a black turtle-neck with platinum blonde hair. She turned the drink away. This was a common occurrence, but she made a point not to accept a drink unless it was her typical Cosmopolitan.

James walked up to her, two drinks in hand. She sighed, and said, "And who are these from?"

He smiled slyly. "The first one's a gag, the other one's a real order."

She shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

He handed her one tall frothy drink. It didn't look familiar. Raven shrugged. "What's this?"

The tender tried to hold back his grin. "It's the gag order."

She rolled her eyes. "Okay, what is it?"

The amused grin escaped, his pierced tongue revealed as he spoke. "It's called a Screaming Orgasm."

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long

Raven's jaw dropped, and she blushed. The insinuation was obvious, and she was quite insulted. She was about ready to ask who ordered it so she could toss it in their face, but before she could, she was handled a pink drink in a martini glass; something that looked distinctly like her usual. "And this is the real one, a fresh Cosmopolitan."

This stilled her also. Blinking, she squirmed in her seat, and said, "Who gave me these?"

He tucked the tray under his arm. "They're from the same guy."

Raven rolled her eyes again. She loved how James never really answered a question the first time he was asked. "Okay, who…gave them…to me?" She spoke slowly, pronouncing each word carefully to get her point across.

His thumb hitched to the left, where she glanced over to…a green guy?

His arm was slung over the back of his bar stool; he was dressed in very dark blue jeans and a tight white Tee (logo stating 'I'm a good thing') with black steel-toe boots and a silver watch. His hair was pushed away from his sweaty face, very wild and untamed like he had combed it with his fingers. His green eyes were warm and playful, and if she did say so herself, he looked pretty damn hot.

Then the music stopped
When I looked the cafe was empty
Then I heard Jose say
"Man you know you're in trouble plenty"
So I dropped my drink from my hand
And through the window I ran
And as I rode away
I could hear her say to Jose, yeah

He confirmed that he was the giver of her drinks with the way he lifted his glass in salutations and flirtatiously waggled his brows. Curiosity arising, she took a sip of the Screaming Orgasm, her eyes never leaving his. The drink was sweet and rich, and she took her time to identify the flavors. She recognized the vodka, and amaretto, and what she believed was Irish cream. Some of the froth was left on her lip and his eyes dropped boldly to her mouth. Playing his flirty game, she took the cherry on a toothpick that rested on the rim, and wiped off the drink on her lip with it, then popped it in her mouth and slid it slowly off the toothpick.

His bright jade eyes darkened to deep wintergreen with apparent desire. Satisfaction mixing with the tiny buzz of the drink, she turned her attention back to the bartender. "Who is that guy?"

James looked at the green guy, and looked back at Raven. "He never says his real name,"

Raven leaned forward. "Buut?"

"But we call him Beast."

Come a little bit closer
You're my kind of man
So big and so strong
Come a little bit closer
I'm all alone
And the night is so long…

And there is chapter one. A little short, and the next ones will be quite long, but for now, I hope you don't mind short. Please enjoy!