Thank you so much for the nice reviews everyone; they mean a lot to me. Anyway, I'd like to mention, if you haven't figured it out, my fic is based on the comic mini-series "Beast Boy" by Geoff Johns. It will have some references on the mini-series, but I don't want to write this exactly like Geoff Johns; the point of a fanfic is too write and devise your own works; his story is just a foundation. Sorry for the long intro; let's get back to the story. ;) – Jason
Titans L.A.
Chapter 2
Matt returned into the cramped living room five minutes later, wearing a tacky lounge-lizard shirt and leather pants. "Well, how do I look?" he said, modeling. Gar rolled his eyes and sighed. "You look like a complete goober."
Matt just brushed him away. "Dude, you know nothing about style. C'mon, let's get going."
Gar really didn't feel like going with Matt to a club tonight; it was his first night back in Hollywood and he wanted to get situated.
'Then again, there might be some schmoozing opportunities if I go,' he thought.
"Lead the way, Matt," Gar said, motioning his cousin with his hand…
The walk gave the two cousins time to talk and catch up on each other's lives. "Do you realize I haven't seen ya in years, man?" Matt said, patting Gar on the back. "I watched Space Trek a couple times but I never got into it. It was just cool to say, "Hey, that's my cousin Gar!" Those other neighborhood kids never believed me though. Well, it's not like I have, um…"
"…green skin?" Gar finished for him, grinning his famous trademark smile. "I didn't have family around, you know that. I don't really blend into a crowd, do I? The Titans were, and still are, my family."
"Well, it's not like your par- oh geez, I'm sorry, Gar. I shouldn't have said that," Matt said, shaking his head.
Garfield's grin faded and his stare feel to the sidewalk. "It's not your fault. The past is the past, Matt. Besides, I don't even remember them all too well. I was only six when…well, you know."
The cousins walked in silence for a few moments, then suddenly Gar broke the silence. "So, you are you working for now? I'm assuming you're a big-time producer, or should I take that back?"
Matt laughed, embarrassed. "Well, I write screenplays…I mean, I've thought of ideas for some; just haven't gotten around to write 'em down yet."
Gar rolled his eyes. "So, why are you sitting home all day playing video games? I thought you still go into work everyday."
"Eh, I've been calling in sick," his cousin replied, shrugging.
The changeling looked at his cousin like he was the stupidest man alive then walked faster ahead of him. "What did I say?" Matt asked, surprised, jogging to catch up with Gar…
The Opium Den glistened with plenty of Hollywood sparkle; they could hear the bass of the DJ's system from outside and blinking lights flashing on the hopeful club goers. Gar and Matt waited in the line as clubber after clubber got rejected from entry and were pushed away from the building.
A bodybuilder-type bouncer came up to them, eyeing them up and down. "How many girls yous guys with?"
"Uh, none," Gar told the bouncer.
"Then you're not gettin' inside this joint," the burly man said arrogantly.
"Dude, that's the whole point of a club… to meet girls!" Matt yelled at the bouncer, shaking his fists. "Matt, calm down you idiot; do you WANT to get your ass kicked?" Gar hissed at his cousin sharply.
"Man, this is Gar Logan, you know, a.k.a. Beast Boy? He's a former Teen Titan! You gotta let us in!" Matt pleaded, pointing to the changeling.
"Never heard of 'im," the bouncer growled, pounding his fist into the opposite hand. "And if yous twos knows what's for ya, you betta get outta line before I throw ya out!"
Just as Matt opened his mouth to reply, Gar grabbed him by the collar and led him away from the entrance, quickly rounding the corner to the back. "Listen, stay here and wait for me to open the door. I'll be just a minute."
"Gotcha dude; work your magic," Matt said, waving his cousin on.
The changeling shape-shifted into a mouse and scampered his way back to the front. Luckily, the crowd was too occupied with other matters to see him scurry into the entrance, right past the guard.
Gar morphed back into his human form and began walking to the back of the club. "So this is what "Titan" is reduced to," he thought miserably…
A few moments later, Matt saw the door swing open, Gar standing in the doorway. "Score," Matt smiled.
Next, Matt and Gar experience The Opium Den. Until next time, peace. ;)