Chapter Seven-Puttin' On the Ritz
Jinx walked into the main room, where Cyborg was playing Grand Theft Auto: Jump City. She sighed, grabbed Edgar, and sat down.
"You know, I don't think I want our son to be a drug-dealing carjacker," Jinx said sarcastically.
"Oh right," Cyborg responded, shutting the game off.
"Actually, I was hoping we could go out, maybe, a night on the town, just the two of us," Jinx admitted.
"Definetly, but we need a babysitter," Cyborg reasoned. Luckily, Starfire and Raven walked in at that moment. They agreed to babysitting, and soon Jinx and Cyborg were walking the streets.
"It's funny, really. I only went to the H.I.V.E. for a high school degree, yet my real dream was shattered because of you," Jinx told Cyborg.
"Your real dream?" Cyborg asked.
"It's stupid, but I want to sing on Broadway!" Jinx announced.
"Hahahahahaha! You, a singer? I bet twenty dollars I can sing better!" he gibed.
"You're on!" she accepted as they passed a swing hall playing music. She sang in a jazzy voice, "Have you seen the well-to-do up and down Park Avenue? On that famous thouroghfare, with their noses in the air?"
Cyborg then took a verse, "High hats and arrowed collars, wide spats and fifteen dollars, spending every dime, for a wonderful time!" Jinx sang again, "If you're blue and you don't know where to go to, why don't you go where fashion sits? Puttin' on the Ritz."
"Different types who wear a day, co-pants with stripes and cut-away coat, perfect fits? Puttin' on the Ritz," Cyborg belted out, "Dressed up like a million-dollar trooper."
"Trying hard to look like Gary Cooper."
"Super-duper!" they both sang. Then Jinx and Cy alternated again. "Come let's mix where Rockafellas walk with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts! Puttin' on the Ritz!"
"Spangled gowns upon a beauty of hand-me-downs on clown and cutie, all misfits. Puttin' on the Ritz!"
"Tips his hat just like an English chappie."
"To a lady with the wealthy happy."
"Very snappy!" they sang together. Jinx started the next verse, "You'll declare it's simply topping!"
"To be there and hear them swapping smart tidbits."
"Puttin' on the Ritz."
"Puttin' on the Ritz."
"Puttin' on the Ritz," they finished hand in hand.
"Oh my god! That was so much fun!" Jinx exclaimed.
"Can the bet be off? You sang so much better and I don't feel like paying up twenty bucks," Cyborg admitted.
"You cheapskate," Jinx joked.
"What? Seriously, though, you belong on the stage," he complemented.
"Thanks. I would go to Broadway, but I have to stay here and raise Edgar," she explained.
"Ooh, wait. I just got a great idea. You go to New York City to fufill your dream, and the Titans and I'll raise and train Edgar," Cyborg offered.
"It's a good idea, but Edgar needs his mommy," she stated, shooting his plan down.
"Or, I could leave the Titans and come with you and Edgar to New York," he tried again.
"Would you really do that?"
"Jinx, baby, I love you, and I'd do anything to make you happy."
"What about the Titans?"
"How about we start a new branch in New York?"
"You're really serious about this, aren't you?"
"Jinx," Cyborg said, getting down on one knee, "will you marry Victor 'Cyborg' Stone?"
"Yes! And I'm mad enough to get married right now!" she yelled.
"There's a wedding chapel two blocks away!" he announced. Those crazy kids ran like there was no tomorrow, and a few miniutes later, Jinx became Mrs. Cyborg.
Me-It's a nice day for a white wedding...
Jake-Holy crap! It's Billy Idol!
Me-Yay! Read this and wait for Chapter Eight NOW!
Jake-Yes mam!
