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"This song is getting on my nerves."

Raven's head was lying against a window, a portion of it fogged from her continuous breathing.

Number nine. Number nine. Number nine. Number nine. Number nine…

"Then for Pete's sake, turn the radio off!" said Cyborg, getting frustrated from having to constantly turn either left or right.

"No!" said Beast Boy. "This is one of the best songs ever!"

Number nine. Number nine.
I sustained nothing worse than (…)
Also, for example
Whatever you're doing
A business deal falls through.

(A/N: If you know what song this is, tell me and you get a Triforce90 Cookie!)

Raven reached forward and turned the radio off, causing the song to stop. Beast Boy leaned forward and turned it back on. Again, Raven turned it off, and Beast Boy turned it on.

"Just leave it off, BB," said Cyborg. "We've only got like… a minute left."

"How big is this neighborhood, anyway?" asked Robin.

"We're not in the neighborhood," said Raven. "We're on our driveway."

"I feel like I must go to the bathroom," said Starfire, crossing her legs.

"Just hold it. It won't take much longer."

"I am feeling a piercing pain."

Just after she said this, the Titans could see the large statue of Buddha they had just installed.

"I have to go now…"

"Just hold it a little longer," said Cyborg, who was beginning to sweat above his eyebrows. "Try not to think about it."

Whiz.

"GAH!" shouted Cyborg.

"Wow," said Raven. "Didn't see that coming."

Starfire blushed, then looked down at herself. "I did not get it on the seat," she said, hoping to cheer her friend up.

Cyborg responded by leaning forward, both hands on the wheel and eyes narrowed.

For the remaining fifteen seconds of the trip, the Titans were silent. The car stopped in front of the house, giving the Titans a cue that they could pile out. An old man in a suit stood in front of the mansion's front door.

"Welcome to Strawberry Fields!" said the old man as the Titans approached. "I am Winston the Fourth, your butler, and… What's that smell?"

Beast Boy, Raven, Cyborg, and Robin all looked at Starfire, who blushed and looked downward.

"Hmm…" said Winston, not necessarily understanding what was going on. "Anyway, may Winston help the new masters with their things?"

"No thanks," said Robin, not taking his eyes off Starfire. "We'll get it later."

Winston bowed and stepped aside, revealing a full image of the front door to the Titans. The five of them stood there for awhile, not necessarily understanding what they were supposed to do.

"That's a very lovely door," said Beast Boy, feeling extremely awkward.

"Yes!" said Winston, nodding. "And it is now Master's!"

"Wonderful," said Raven, rolling her eyes. "Beast Boy gets a door. I'm jealous."

Winston laughed. "Mistress has a good since of humor, she does!"

The Titans all raised an eyebrow as Winston turned to open the door. As he walked inside, the Titans followed.

The inside of the mansion was just as fabulous as the outside. The entry's floor was covered with a deep red carpet. White walls covered the sides, with several large windows and a glass door that led to a walled-in pool. Near the back of the room was a staircase that branched to the left and right.

"It's so amazing…" said Starfire, looking up at the high-rise ceiling and twirling around.

"The mansion was built in 1948 for Henry VIII, a big-time newspaper publisher," said Winston, looking around as well. "He died in 1979, he did. Winston has been the butler since 1956."

"Now that we think about it," said Robin, looking around. "I doubt we'll actually need you. We can probably take care of ourselves."

Cyborg nodded. "We've been doing it for a long time."

Winston shrieked, got on his knees, and made his way towards Robin. Grabbing his hands, he looked up at Robin's eyes.

"Please don't let me go, Masters!" said the old butler. "Winston has always loved being a butler here! The new masters may fire me, but Winston will keep this mansion in tiptop shape either way until he dies!"

"I like this guy," said Beast Boy, smiling.

Robin glanced at Beast Boy, then looked down at the butler. He looked to be too old to be doing… whatever he did, but if it meant that much to him…

"Alright," said Robin, shrugging. "You can stay. Just don't expect us to make you do everything."

"Oh, thank you!" said Winton, shaking Robin's hand. "Master is too kind!"

"I'm kind too, Winston!" said Beast Boy, smiling. "You know how you love to do work so much?"

Winston smiled.

"Go get me some water, please."

Winston bowed and scurried out of the room.

"Heh. I love it here."

"Here we have the ballroom," said Winton, opening two large oak doors. "Master Henry loved dancing very, very much."

The Titans smiled as they entered the room and looked around. It was very large, of course, and had a white marble floor. Three gold and very large chandeliers hang high over the floor, giving the room plenty of light.

"Master Henry held balls every week, so the floor was polished and cleaned regularly. The mansion still has a cleaning staff that comes by every weekend, but Winston believes they've lost their touch since Master Henry died, he does."

"Oooh," said Starfire, who had long since changed out of her ruined skirt. "What's that?"

Winston looked over to the direction she was pointing to see a large, oak rising in the back of the room.

"That is the band stand. Do my young masters love music?"

"Some," said Raven, shrugging.

"Well, Winston guarantees that his masters will love this music. The mansion's staff plays the instruments. Winston plays the trombone."

"Trombones are awesome!" said Beast Boy, grinning.

"Winston is thrilled that Master likes them!" said Winston, beaming. "The new masters should hold a ball, yes?"

"Maybe later," said Robin. "Could you show us the rest of the house?"

"Of course, young master!" said Winston. "Come! Come!"

Winston scurried out of the ballroom, followed by the Titans. The six went up the large flight of stairs and to the right, which bore a very long and narrow hallway. Doors were littered on the left and right walls, while a spiraling staircase stood near the back.

"The staircase at the end of the hall leads to the masters' bedrooms," said Winston, making his way to a door on the right. "The master bathroom is also located up there."

Winston opened the door to reveal a room with a very calm atmosphere.

"This is the lounge," he said as he and the Titans entered. "Master Henry was a big lover of games of allsorts. He often played billiards."

The Titans looked and discovered two green-felted billiards tables. The balls were already racked and set in place, and the cues were all chalked.

"Master was also a big collector of wine."

The Titans turned and saw a large, oak bar with many bottles in a rack behind it.

"Good grief," said Cyborg, looking at the bottles. "How many more bottles do you have?"

"Master Henry had a cellar full!" said Winston. "Do the new masters like their wine?"

"After several glasses full, I'm sure we will," said Raven, remembering Starfire's experience.

The six finished looking at the lounge and turned to leave, eager to explore the rest of the mansion. They looked at a library, in which Raven nearly peed herself, a "small" restroom, a drawing room, and an observatory. This took about fifteen minutes, and after so, the six left the right-hand side of the mansion and made their way to the left.

"In this room," said Winston, pointing to a door, "there is a home theater with a large projection screen. Master Henry loved his movies."

"Master Henry loved everything," said Raven, remembering the large variety of books in the library.

The six continued down the empty hallway, until Winston broke the silence.

"Over on this side there is the dining room, and there on that side there is a tea room. There's also a guest room."

The six turned a corner and, to their surprise, saw two twin girls standing in the middle of the new hallway.

"Come play with us, Winston," they both said in creepy unison. "Forever and ever and ever."

"Winston is sorry," said Winston, "But he must show his new masters around the house."

The two girls frowned and looked rejected, then disappeared.

"Who were they?" asked Robin.

"Winston does not know."

The new hallway was very short, much unlike the previous one. There was only one door, and that was the very end.

"Behind this door," said Winston as he made his way over, "is the indoor pool."

"There's another pool?" asked Starfire.

"Certainly! It isn't as large as the pool outside, but it is still comfortable."

The door was opened to reveal a large, rectangular pool. A lap pool, obviously.

"It's ten feet deep throughout," said Winston. "Above is the diving platform."

The Titans all looked up to see a small balcony with a section jutting out. The platform itself seemed to be ten feet over the water's surface.

After a couple of minutes of looking around, the Titans made their leave with their new butler. He stopped, however, when he came across a large panel in one of the many walls.

"Oh! Masters!" he said. "This is the laundry shoot! Master Henry loved to jump into this and drop down! Like so!"

Winston opened the shoot and jumped in. The word WHEE echoed through the tunnel.

"DUDE!" shouted Beast Boy, laughing. "This guy ROCKS!"

"So says you," said Raven, looking into the laundry shoot. "There wasn't anything down there to break his fall."

The Titans stood in silence.

"So he broke his leg?"

Raven shot the cue ball and nodded. "The nurse said he'll be able to work again in a month."

It had been two hours since the incident with Winston. The Titans had each gone to explore the mansion some more and check out their new rooms, which were just as nice, if not nicer, as their rooms at the tower. Raven and Beast Boy were currently in a heated match of 8-ball, trying to do something together in every room.

"Corner pocket," said Raven, pointing her cue to the left corner pocket.

"There is no way you'll make that," said Beast Boy, raising an eyebrow.

Raven shot the cue ball into the black "eight" ball, which went into the corner pocket.

"I hate you," said Beast Boy.

"Thanks."

The two Titans put their cues up and left the lounge.

"Wanna go take a walk around the backyard or something?"

"Sure. We can run on the track."

The two Titans made their way to the entry. As soon as they set their foot on the red carpet, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," said Raven.

Raven made her way over to the door and opened it, revealing two older people, a male and female. The female was dressed in a purple dress with a fur stole behind her neck and over her shoulders. She had a long pearl necklace and a purse that matched her dress. She was also very, very thin.

The man was dressed in a black suit with a red tie, which was tucked under his black jacket. He, unlike the woman, was very fat and wore a monocle.

"Hello!" chimed the lady, looking at Raven and Beast Boy, who had appeared next to her. "I am Martha, and this is my husband Andrew. We live in Evergreen just next door and wanted to come by and welcome you to the neighborhood!"

"Thanks," said Raven, gritting her teeth and smiling an obviously fake smile. "That's really nice of you."

"Just next door?" asked Beast Boy. "As in two miles away?"

"Five, Deary," said Martha. "Don't worry, though. We don't mind the drive."

Andrew, on the other hand, seemed to scoff to himself.

"So, may I ask who you are?" asked Martha, holding her handbag with both of her hands now.

"I'm Garfield," said Beast Boy, realizing how weird it would seem if he said his nickname instead, "and this is my girlfriend, Raven."

Raven quickly shot a glance at Beast Boy.

"Oh, how adorable!" said Martha, beaming. "So the two of you bought this house together?"

Beast Boy smiled. "Yeah! We're just settling in."

"What the…"

Raven was interrupted when she got a sharp kick in her shin.

"Is she alright?" asked Martha, noticing Raven's sudden drop in height as she crouched down.

"Yeah, I'm fine," said Raven, grabbing her shin. "Just a little cramp, that's all."

"Well, let me congratulate you two for buying this house," said Martha, leaving her concern for Raven behind. "Andrew and I had our eyes on Strawberry Fields forever!"

(A/N: I'm wondering how many people are going to get the joke in that paragraph…)

"Yes," said Andrew, shifting his monocle. "The property is gorgeous. How did you ever scrape up the money?"

"We won the lottery," said Raven, nodding.

"The lottery?" asked Martha. Turning to Andrew, she asked, "What's the lottery?"

Andrew shrugged.

"Well, anyway," began Martha. "Would the two of you like to join us for dinner?"

"Sure," said Beast Boy. "That sounds great."

Raven nodded.

"Marvelous! How about we go to Anthony's? The food there is explicit!"

"Sounds good," said Raven. "What do they have?"

"Everything, Dear! How about tonight at six?"

"Sounds…"

"We'll see you tonight, then!"

And with that, Martha and Andrew walked away from the door and towards a black limousine. A chauffer opened a door and the two of them climbed in. The chauffer got in the driver's seat and drove away.

Raven waved goodbye, then closed the front door. She then turned around and glared at Beast Boy, arms crossed and a frown on her face.

"Your girlfriend?" asked Raven.

"Well, come on!" said Beast Boy. "Think about it! What would they say if I told them that we were just friends living in the same house? If I told her we were going out, it wouldn't look as awkward!"

"You could've told them you were gay."

"But am I?"

"Am I your girlfriend?"

"No…"

Raven dropkicked the changeling in the groin, causing him to bend over in pain.

"Enjoy."

Beast Boy sat in the entry, hands behind his back and rocking back in forth. He was dressed up in a black, collared long-sleeve shirt (with shiny black buttons) and black pants and a red tie. He would look quite nice if he combed his hair.

Raven came down the stairs in a black evening gown, wanting to show no signs of elegancy and class whatsoever.

"These heels are killing me," said Raven as she quickly walked forward, being careful not to stumble.

"I would guess so," said Beast Boy. "You look very nice tonight."

"Go to Hell."

"I know this may seem awkward, but I bought you a corsage."

Beast Boy pulled out a white corsage. Raven raised an eyebrow.

"…Why?"

"I dunno. It looks good."

"This isn't Homecoming. It's a dinner."

"Maybe you should wear it anyway."

Raven sighed and hastily put it on.

"There. Now can we please leave?"

"Sure."

The two Titans went outside and made their way towards the T-Car. Raven got into the driver's seat and turned the car on.

The two drove in silence. Beast Boy was afraid to speak, and Raven was concentrating on driving. It was a very awkward moment, but they still had to show up for dinner.

Fifteen minutes of silence later, the Titans arrived.

"This place looks great!" said Beast Boy, getting out of the car and standing in awe.

"It should be," said Raven, getting out and closing the door. "It's extremely expensive. You're paying for everything, by the way."

Beast Boy looked at the empath.

"Couldn't we just pay for our own stuff?"

"Well, we could, but I'm your girlfriend, remember?"

Raven began to walk towards the entrance. Beast Boy caught up shortly after, and the two walked inside. It was very dark and cozy, and it looked like the only lights in the place were coming from candles.

"Welcome to Anthony's," said a male voice from behind a podium. Beast Boy looked at the man and smiled.

"Thanks. We're here to meet with some people."

"Very well. Are you, perhaps, with Mr. and Mrs. Andrew Lock?"

Raven looked at Beast Boy. "I guess that would be them…"

"Very well," said the man. "Please follow me."

The man began to briskly walk towards the back of the restaurant with Beast Boy and Raven closely behind. Soon enough, the two teens could easily make out the portly figure of Andrew and the frail, thin figure of Martha.

"Ah!" came Martha's voice. "There you are!"

The man stood aside and gave the two full access to two empty seats. Beast Boy and Raven sat down, and Martha took her purple purse off of the table.

"What do you think?" asked Martha, pointing towards herself. "Isn't it just marvelous?"

Beast Boy and Raven looked towards the direction she was pointing to see that she was wearing a different stole than the one she had on before.

"It's very nice," said Raven, eyeing the stole. "Where did you get it?"

"Andrew bought it for me this afternoon," said Martha, putting a hand on Andrew's arm. "He said he wouldn't allow me to go without it."

"Only the best for you," said Andrew, patting his wife's hand.

Raven shifted in her seat, pursed her lips, and then looked at Beast Boy. "Um… Honey…" Raven seemed to grimace in disgust. "Why don't you ever buy me something like that?"

"Because you're too beautiful to need one," said Beast Boy, pinching Raven's cheek.

"Aw…" said Martha, grinning. "That's so sweet! How long have you two been together?"

"Jeeze, how long has it been now?" asked Beast Boy, looking at Raven for ideas.

"I don't know… Maybe a year?"

"Wonderful!"

A waiter came over to their table and pulled out a tablet.

"May I start you off with something to drink?"

"Ah," said Martha, looking at her menu. "I think I will have a… glass of your white wine, please."

"Oh no, Mrs. Lock," said Beast Boy. "Please, let me treat the two of you to a glass of their best champagne."

"Are you sure, Dear?" asked Martha. "We don't want to trouble you."

"No, it's fine!" Looking at the waiter, Beast Boy said "Four glasses of your best champagne, please."

"What are we celebrating?" asked the waiter, writing their order on the tablet.

"Um…" began Raven. "Well, we bought a new house. And Mrs. Lock got a new stole."

Martha beamed and looked at the waiter, who smiled faintly and nodded. Reassuring the four that he would be right back with their drinks, he walked away.

"Andrew and I were just discussing, Dearies," began Martha, "about the poor souls in Houston right now that have had to evacuate from New Orleans because of the hurricane."

"Poor souls!" scoffed Andrew. "I've never seen such riffraff before!"

"I'm sorry, Dearies," said Martha once again. "It wasn't much of a discussion. More like an argument."

"Yes…" Andrew looked at Beast Boy. "Tell me, Lad, what do you think of these people?"

Beast Boy, who had been reaching towards the center of the table to get a biscuit, looked up at Andrew in surprise. "Well, uh…" he began. "I certainly feel sorry for them."

"Hmph! I've never heard such a thing. Those people should've been left behind!"

"Dear…"

"Seriously! Such riffraff shouldn't be allowed to roam the streets!"

"They're still people, though," said Beast Boy, who had opened his biscuit and was now buttering it.

"I agree with you," said Martha. "They should be given another chance. Tell me, Dear," she looked towards Raven, "what do you think?"

"I think that we're showing too much coverage," said Raven, buttering a biscuit as well and not looking at Martha. "It's happened. It's over. It's done. People are safe in Houston, and that's the only thing that matters. End of story."

Martha lightly smiled at Raven while she took a large bite out of her biscuit and nodded. "Good."

The waiter came back to their table with four wine glasses full of Bubbly. After setting them down, he left as quickly as he came.

"My," said Martha after taking a drink. "This is the best champagne I've ever tasted."

Raven smirked. "It should be. It's 430 dollars a bottle."

Beast Boy, who had put a mouthful of champagne in his mouth, spewed it all out. Unfortunately, he did so into Martha.

"OH!" she shouted, standing up and dripping wet with champagne.

"OH DUDE!" shouted Beast Boy. "I'M SO SORRY!"

"Martha!" said Andrew. "Are you alright, Dear?"

"HE GOT MY STOLE WET!"

"Oh man…" began Raven, smiling faintly.

"Mrs. Lock, I'm so sorry!"

"YOU RUINED MY STOLE!"

"I didn't mean to!" Beast Boy reached forward with a napkin and attempted to dry Martha's face off. "Here, let me…"

"GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU UNCIVILIZED… ROGUE!"

"Ooo…" began Raven.

Andrew grabbed his wife's arm and began to lead her away from the table, leaving Beast Boy and Raven to sit there in silence.

"Let's go."

"Right."

And with that, the two teens got up and left.

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