A/N: Hey all. Luckily, we didn't get hit too badly. And I got The White Album, so that's good!

Enjoy this new chapter. Keep in mind that I don't support fluff, even though there may be hints in this chapter and, of course, one downright ridicerous scene. Those of you that know me well enough should know that any fluff in this chapter will blow up. Something tells me that made no sense whatsoever…

Ah well. Best see for yourselves, hmm?

Oh. Yes. And the song from Chapter 3 (the one where you had to guess to get a Triforce90 Cookie) was Revolution 9. Nobody got a cookie. Well… SpiderSquirrel kinda did, but she never left a Review, so no cookie for her!

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Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg were all sitting on their new L-shaped couch, watching their new large plasma TV. They were watching a very interesting show… Actually, it wasn't that interesting at all. The two men (PFFFT! XP) had agreed to let Starfire choose which program they should watch and, of course, Starfire chose a documentary on one of the most amazing yet boring subjects in the history of mankind.

"Oh!" said Starfire as she clasped her hands together. "Please say that the salmon will make it upstream to spawn!"

Cyborg and Robin just sat there and watched the TV, not really giving a rat's ass if the fish would make it or not.

"Unfortunately, many of the salmon are killed when bears catch them in their mouths and eat them."

Robin and Cyborg's eyes widened when they saw the white foam of the raging stream suddenly turn red.

"Wow," said Cyborg. "That's very… um… interesting."

"However, some salmon make it past the bears and continue on with their mating rituals."

"Rituals…?" asked Robin, raising an eyebrow.

Starfire sighed in sadness when the narrator of the documentary announced that they would be right back after messages from their sponsors.

"Comet! It makes your face turn blue!
Comet! It makes your sink turn green!"

Starfire, Robin, and Cyborg moved their heads side to side and began to sing along with the cheery commercial.

"Comet! It makes you vomit!
So buy some Comet
And vomit
Today!"

"I'll be right back," said Cyborg, getting up from his seat and grabbing an empty glass. "I'm just going to go get some more OJ."

Before Cyborg could even take a step, the sound of a speeding wheelchair could be heard.

"Oh no…" said Starfire. "Not again."

Faster than a speeding bullet, Winston came rolling into the room and skid to a halt, stopping right in front of Cyborg.

"Master wishes for a refill of orange juice," said Winston, grabbing the glass from Cyborg's hands. "Winston shall go get it, yes."

"No. That's OK," said Cyborg, taking the glass back. "I can get it myself."

"But Winston wishes to help Master," said Winston, taking the glass back.

Cyborg sighed and shrugged his shoulders. "Alright."

Winston shrieked in delight and zoomed out of the room, leaving the wonderful smell of burning rubber behind.

"You probably should not have let him do that, Cyborg," said Starfire, peering over the couch. "He may injure himself further."

"True," said Cyborg, sitting back down and gluing his eyes to the nature program. "But he's been working hard lately, anyways. It's almost like he's planning something."

"That's because he is," said a voice from behind them.

The three on the couch turned around to see Raven, eyes watching flopping salmon.

"How long have you been standing there?" asked Robin.

"Since this chapter started. Triforce90 didn't want to be like other people and say that I heard you as I was walking into the room, so… here I am."

"I believe we would've noticed you," said Cyborg.

Robin and Starfire looked at robot and said, in unison, "No. You wouldn't."

Cyborg shrugged and looked back up at Raven. "So… You say he's planning something?"

"Oh yeah," said Raven. "Something big."

"What is it?" asked Starfire, eyes growing wide with interest.

"He's throwing a welcoming party for us," said Raven. "That's why there's a bunch of tables and punch bowls set up."

"Is that what those are for?" asked Robin. "I've been wondering about them…"

"Yeah," said Raven, eyeing Robin with concern. "And that's not all. He's invited the whole neighborhood… And the party's a ball. That's why everything's in the ballroom."

"That's why they're in there?" asked Robin. "I've been wondering about that as well… Of course! Elementary, my dear Raven!"

(A/N: Tell me what famous literary character says that and you get a Triforce90 Cookie!)

As Raven once again eyed Robin, Winston wheeled himself into the room with a tall glass of orange juice.

"Master's orange juice," said Winston, lowering his head and presenting the glass to Cyborg.

"Thank you," said Cyborg, smiling.

"Now," said Winston. "Winston is going to go prepare for the party that the masters are not supposed to know about. If the masters need anything, they should call Winston. Yes they should!"

As Winston zoomed off, Raven looked at the three on the couch. "I don't know how you guys didn't find out about the party," she said. "He's been spilling the beans for the whole month."

"Huh?" asked the three.

Raven sighed.

"There!" said Starfire, proudly looking at her work. "How does that look, Beast Boy?"

Beast Boy looked over to Starfire and gawked at her creation.

"Um…" said Beast Boy. "It's very pretty."

"Thank you!" said Starfire, looking at her work. "I shall put it… here!"

"I doubt one paper chain is going to draw much attention," said Cyborg, looking at the section of the room Starfire chose to hang her chain.

"I know," said Starfire. "This is my first one out of my thousand!"

Raven walked into the ballroom, saw Starfire's chain, and raised an eyebrow.

"What do you think, Raven?" asked Starfire, putting a finger to her chin and observing her paper chain. "Is it good?"

"Yeah, it's good," said Raven. "But do you really think this is the kind of party to be hanging one of those?"

Starfire looked at Raven, then her chain, then Raven again. "I do not understand."

"You don't really hang decorations at a party like this one," said Raven, taking the chain down. "You just… look pretty and dance."

"I must look pretty?" asked Starfire, giving Raven an inquisitive look. Then, suddenly, she put both hands on her cheeks. "How will I ever decide what to wear?"

"I know what I'm wearing!" said Beast Boy, smiling.

"Of course you do," said Cyborg, pretending to lead a girl in a waltz (quite dorkily, I might add). "You have to wear a tux or suit."

"Right… That's how I know."

Cyborg waltzed his way over to the changeling. Leaning in and giving him an elbow in the ribs, he muttered, "Do you have a… date?"

"What?" asked Beast Boy, a little louder than necessary. "Of course not!"

"Ha!" said Cyborg. "Loser."

"Yeah," said Beast Boy. "Like you do."

"Of course I do!" said Cyborg, stopping his waltz and standing proudly. "I'm irresistible!"

"Oh yeah?" asked Beast Boy, a smug smile appearing on his face. "What's her name?"

"That's unimportant right now!" said Cyborg, brushing the changeling aside.

"You don't have one!" said Beast Boy, laughing.

"I guarantee you I do," said Cyborg, trying to sound classy.

"No you don't."

"Fine then! If you're so sure, how about a little bet?" Cyborg grinned maliciously.

"What's the bet?" asked Beast Boy, gaining a similar grin.

"If you can get a date that looks better than mine, then you win. But, if you don't, you owe me… uh… a thousand bucks."

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. "A thousand?"

Cyborg nodded.

Beast Boy put a hand to his chin, then smiled. "Alright. Deal."

Raven walked down the hallway in silence, not exactly in the mood to be with people. She had just found out five minutes ago that replying to the forward she received would not make a message pop up on her computer that would make her laugh so hard she would pee herself. And she had sent it to twenty people, too…

(A/N: Don't you just hate those? Ugh…)

"Stupid idiots," mumbled Raven to herself, "sending crap like that to make you… do stuff."

(A/N: She's quite intelligent, isn't she?)

Raven rounded a corner and ran right into Beast Boy.

"Hello," said Beast Boy, meekly.

Raven glared at him. Beast Boy smiled.

"You need a favor… don't you?" asked Raven, giving the changeling a look that would make any five-year old child cry and run for his mommy.

"Yeah," said Beast Boy, putting a hand behind his head, trying to suppress the urge to cry and run to his mommy. "I was just wondering… do you have a date for the party?"

"No," said Raven. "Do you actually think I would take the time to get one?"

Beast Boy stood there in silence.

Raven rolled her eyes and sighed. "No. I wouldn't take the time."

"Oh," said Beast Boy, losing his confusion. "OK."

"Why?" asked Raven. "Were you hoping I wouldn't get to your boyfriend before you did?"

Beast Boy's innocent eyes turned evil as he glared at the girl. "Normally, I wouldn't let that go, but right now I need to get on your good side."

"Just… what do you want?"

"Would you like to go to the party with me?"

Raven lost all signs of anger and stared at the changeling.

"You wouldn't have to do anything," said Beast Boy. "I mean, we don't have to dance or anything. Just as long as we come together I should be OK."

"Well…" Raven looked down. "Alright." Then, looking back at the changeling, she gained her scare-the-five-year-old-child look once again. "But don't try any funny stuff, or I'll smite you."

Beast Boy grinned as Raven continued her walk down the hallway. Turning around, he waved after her.

"Thanks!" said Beast Boy, smiling widely. "I owe you! …Bitch."

Beast Boy walked into the ballroom in his snazzy, great-looking but relatively inexpensive tuxedo and opened his mouth in amazement. As retarded as this may seem, please keep in mind that it's not meant to sound funny.

The room was jam-packed with guests, most of them obese from eating rich foods or overall just had a look on their face that said "Look at me! I'm rich, so I'm automatically better than you, bizzotch!" All the men were dressed in tuxedos, though something about them told Beast Boy that they were owned and not rented like his.

Taking a few steps into the room, he looked around and noticed that a long table of food was being provided by Anthony's. The staff of the restaurant was not dressed in uniform, but wore outfits similar to what the guests had on. Had they not been idly standing behind the food like security guards, serving the occasional person, one could easily mistake them for a guest.

Beast Boy made his way over to the corner of the room, not really wanting to be seen by anybody. He couldn't make heads or tails of the place, though he had been in the room many times before while it was empty. It seemed like something totally different now that it was packed with people.

In the back of the room was the large oak stand, but this time it held certain members of the mansion's staff playing various instruments. They all looked very different, being out of their working attire. Many of them were maids, but now instead of holding mops and brooms they held cellos, violins, and flutes. A couple of male servants played trumpets, while Winton could be seen on the far left, blaring his trombone loudly. Together, they produced an elegant tune.

"Hi," came a voice from behind him.

Beast Boy turned around to see Raven, who was wearing a black strapless dress.

"Hey," he said, greeting her back.

"Have you found Cyborg yet?"

"No… No I haven't."

Beast Boy turned around and began to scan the room for the guy, but the large amount of people made him hard to find. He then spotted him in the back of the room, talking to a blonde woman with very round curves.

"I just found him," said Beast Boy, glancing at Raven quickly and then back to Cyborg. "And his blonde chibi."

"That's her?" asked Raven, somewhat startled. "Are you sure?"

"I would guess so," said Beast Boy, observing the woman. "They're talking nonstop."

"That doesn't mean anything…"

"Well, they're coming over here right now. That probably means something, doesn't it?"

Raven didn't respond.

"Hey!" said Cyborg, waving as he and the blonde girl approached. "Where's your date?"

Beast Boy made a small gesture to Raven, who did nothing.

Cyborg's jaw dropped. "Are you kidding?"

"Nope!" said Beast Boy, wrapping his arm around Raven's waist and smiling widely. "She's my main squeeze!"

Raven shot a glare at the changeling.

Cyborg cleared his throat rather loudly. "Well… Yes. This is my date, Cameron!"

The blonde girl smiled widely and waved.

"Nice to meet you," said Raven, giving a faint smile. "How long have you two known each other?"

"About a month now," said Cameron, putting her hands on Cyborg's arm and resting her head on his shoulder. "We met at the park, and we've been inseparable ever since."

Cyborg smiled as he looked down at Beast Boy. "Ain't she just the sweetest…"

"CAMERON!"

The four looked towards the tables in the back of the room, where they could see a very large, scary looking man.

"YOU STOP FLIRTING WITH THE GUESTS AND GET BACK TO YOUR STATION! THERE ARE HUNGRY MOUTHS TO FEED!"

Beast Boy and Raven looked at the couple. Cameron and Cyborg were staring at each other.

"Get out of here," said Cyborg, looking down and somewhat embarrassed.

"What about the money?" asked Cameron.

"I'll give you ten."

"You promised twenty."

Cyborg reached into his pocket and pulled out two bills. "Take twenty-five and get."

Cameron accepted the money and ran towards the tables.

Cyborg looked up at the couple in front of him, only to receive odd looks.

"She was a waitress?" asked Raven, raising an eyebrow.

Cyborg bit his lip and gained an angry look on his face. "Alright… Alright… Maybe I can't get a girl. Maybe girls take one look at my body and refuse to go out with me. Well let's admit it though; she still looked better than you!" Cyborg pointed at Raven, then turned around and ran off.

Beast Boy smiled. "Well!" he said, proudly. "I guess I win the bet!" Turning to Raven, he winked. "Thanks a lot, Rae."

"You're main squeeze?" asked Raven, giving Beast Boy an odd look.

Beast Boy didn't respond, as Raven had turned around and walked off.

Starfire stood at the back of the room, dangerously close to the desert tables. If she could just sneak by and get one more…

"Ma'am," said a waiter, giving Starfire a stern look. "I've told you many times before, you've eaten twelve cinnamon rolls. Eating thirteen would just be… well… stupid. Let the other guest have some."

Starfire snapped out of her lustrous trance and gave the waiter a timid look. "But…" she began.

"I'm sorry, Miss, but you've had enough."

Starfire pouted and walked away.

"No es justo…" said Starfire, her head hanging low and suddenly speaking Spanish, her actual native tongue. "Deben darme más rodillos de cinamomo. ¿Por qué no puedo tener más rodillos de cinamomo¿Por qué?"

Starfire ran into someone, causing her to look up.

"Hello," said Robin, smiling.

"Hello," said Starfire, returning the smile.

Robin bowed low to the ground. "May I have this dance?" he asked, trying to sound suave.

"Yes," said Starfire, doing a curtsy. "It would be my pleasure."

Robin grabbed his friend's (yes, friend's) hand and led her out to the center of the room. He wrapped his arm around her waist, and Starfire wrapped hers around his shoulder. The two began to dance to the song, moving back and forth like all dancing people do.

"Isn't this wonderful?" asked Starfire, doing a twirl as Robin allowed her to do so. "Winston planned all of this for us!"

"It sure is," said Robin as Starfire turned around and pressed her back against his stomach.

"Have you seen the others?" asked Starfire as the two began to move their hips in a circular motion. "The room is so crowded…"

"No, I haven't," said Robin, looking to the right as if hoping to find someone he knew. "I'm sure they're here though. Why wouldn't they be?"

Starfire grinned as the two stopped their circular motion and replaced it with Starfire sliding her back up and down Robin, Robin helping her along.

"Robin," said Starfire as she began to put more rhythm into her slides. "May I ask a question?"

"Sure."

"We are friends and nothing more, correct?"

"Right."

"Then how come we are the only couple dirty dancing while everyone else isn't, even though they are married or undoubtedly going out?"

The two stopped their dance and looked around in confusion.

Over at the other side of the room, Beast Boy was busy entertaining an old couple he had just become acquainted with.

"As I was saying," said Beast Boy, now holding a cocktail glass and swishing the liquid inside around for a few times, "today's music is just ridiculous. This stuff, and old rock bands, are far better. I mean, seriously! They've got so much more! I mean, yeah, The Beatles have broken up, and Led Zeppelin has broken up, but…" Beast Boy huffed, "in the meantime, Brittany Spears doesn't even have a band to fight with!"

The old couple nodded very slowly, obviously not following a word the changeling was saying.

"I mean, I'm sure she has a band… she's got to have something to sing to. But how much of that stuff does she actually do herself? Does she even write her own lyrics? And how come you never see the band in any of her photos? I dunno… The point I'm trying to make is that music today sucks!"

The old couple put hands to their mouths and gasped.

"What?" asked Beast Boy, giving them a confused look.

Out of the corner of his eye, Beast Boy saw someone in a black gown dart out of the ballroom and onto the outdoor patio. Beast Boy knew who it was, but there was nothing of importance out there… except the pool, of course. Except why would she… Beast Boy quit thinking to himself. It would just be easier to go out there and see.

"Excuse me," said Beast Boy, moving away from the old couple and towards the backdoor. In less than a minute, television's favorite changeling left the ballroom. So did Beast Boy.

"Who was that guy?" asked Beast Boy to himself as he watched someone climb over their fence. Shrugging, Beast Boy scanned the outdoor area and, sure enough, found Raven leaning against a stone rail that surrounded their pool.

"Hey," he said as he made his way over to the empath.

Raven looked at Beast Boy, then stared back down at the water.

"What are you doing out here?" asked Beast Boy, leaning against the rail as well.

Raven said nothing in response, but shrugged.

The two looked at the water's surface for a while until Beast Boy once again broke the silence.

"You know you can talk to me about anything," said Beast Boy, looking at Raven's right cheek.

Raven turned her head and stared at the changeling. Raising an eyebrow, she spoke. "You do know how retarded that sounded, right?"

Beast Boy smiled faintly. "But seriously," he continued, "is there something wrong?"

"No," said Raven, looking back at the water. "Everything's fine. Really."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yes it is."

"No it's not."

"Yes. It is."

Television's favorite couple stood in silence. So did Raven and Beast Boy.

"Who are these people that just keep appearing everywhere?" asked Raven as she eyed the now kissing couple not very far from where they were standing.

"I don't know…" Beast Boy made a face of disgust when he saw them. "But I saw one guy jump over the fence. They're everywhere."

The two stood in silence once again. The two could easily here the band from inside, just now starting to play a new song. You know… the one by Glen Miller.

"Wanna dance?" asked Beast Boy.

Raven turned to look at the changeling once again. "What?" she asked.

"Wanna dance?"

Raven smiled faintly. "Sure."

Beast Boy smiled as he wrapped his arm around his friend's (again, yes, it says "friend's") waist and took her hand in his. Raven smiled faintly as she wrapped her other arm around his shoulder.

"This was so nice of Winston," said Raven, once again looking at the water's surface. "To do all this for us."

"Yeah," said Beast Boy.

Raven stopped dancing, then let go of Beast Boy. Beast Boy stopped as well, looking at Raven in confusion.

"What?" he asked. "No good?"

Raven chuckled lightly. "No," she said. "You're very good. In fact, I'm wondering… do you love me?"

Beast Boy raised an eyebrow. "What?"

Raven looked deep into Beast Boy's large, green eyes. "Do you love me?"

Beast Boy rotated his eyes to the left. "Well, I…" began Beast Boy. "I… uh… What I mean is…"

Raven raised her index finger and placed it on Beast Boy's lips. Smiling faintly, her head began to move closer and closer to his, her eyes becoming slightly shut and her lips beginning to pucker. Beast Boy widened his eyes in amazement, but soon found himself doing the same thing. In less than five seconds, the two pairs of lips were locked together, and the two shared a deep, passionate kiss.

Two seconds later, they parted and spat in disgust.

"DISGUSTING!" the two shouted, wiping their arms over their lips.

"GOOD GRIEF!" shouted Raven, glaring at the changeling while still wiping over her lips. "DO YOU BRUSH YOUR TEETH AT ALL?"

"HEY!" shouted Beast Boy, spitting on the ground. "EXCUSE ME FOR NOT BEING ABLE TO KEEP MY BREATH SMELLING LIKE MINT!"

Raven turned away and retched. "Some vegetarian… Why does your mouth taste like sardines?"

"It's radish!" said Beast Boy, defending himself. "At least mine doesn't taste like socks!"

Raven turned to face Beast Boy again, gasping. "It's garlic bread!" she shouted.

Beast Boy retched in disgust. "No wonder why the taste won't go away…"

Raven let out a frustrated sigh and turned on her heel. Beast Boy watched her walk away, then bent over to take a long drink of chlorinated water.

"Thanks for the gift!" shouted Robin as he waved to the couple. "We'll make good use of it!"

The couple smiled and waved before climbing into their limo. Robin closed the door, then grew an angry face.

"A chauffer?" he asked to himself. "Why do we need a chauffer?"

Robin turned his head to the right to see the chauffer, standing perfectly straight as if waiting for an order.

"You can go, if you want," said Robin, raising an eyebrow.

"Please, allow me to stay, Sir," said the chauffer. "If you give me leave, I would be without a job."

Robin shrugged. "Whatever."

The chauffer smiled. "If you need me, I'll be in my room." He left.

Robin stood there. "What room…?"

In a very dark, unknown place, two spotlights clicked on to reveal a red curtain. The curtain began to shuffle, and two people came out of the shadows and into the light. It's Raven and Beast Boy!

"Hey guys!" said Raven, smiling. "Thanks for reading the chapter! Hope you liked it!"

"Yeah!" said Beast Boy. "I know I did!"

Raven gave Beast Boy a glance, then looked back towards the audience.

"Anyway," she continued, "we're here to tell you something important. If you don't remember…"

"I don't know how you couldn't," said Beast Boy, cutting off Raven in mid-sentence. "That was probably the hottest moment in Rae/BB fluff evuh!"

Raven turned her head to the right and looked at the changeling. "Yeah right," she said. "You obviously haven't read many fics."

"No shit," said Beast Boy, putting his hands in his pockets. "That stuff is killer for your brain!"

"Anywho," said Raven, turning her head to face the audience once again. "We'd just like to say that whatever you do, don't eat something really pungent if you're at a party or something. You never know when that special someone is going to turn into a wild and crazy beast!"

"I mean," said Beast Boy, laughing, "that person could be the one you could end up marrying! You don't want to screw it all up because your breath tasted like crap, would you?"

"Of course not!" said Raven. "Just remember, eat right, brush your teeth, and don't forget to floss. It's good for you, kids!"

"See you next time!"

Television's favorite couple waved goodbye. So did Raven and Beast Boy.

"WHO ARE YOU?" shouted the two, looking at the unknown couple.

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