"I've never written a poem

But I'm standing up here in a club

Um…Trying to think of…a poem

And not look like a…flub

And Raven looks kind of shocked

But I…Don't really blame her

'Cause this poem is kind of...mocked

They offered me $1 drinks, I said, 'sure'.

So that's why I'm up here on stage

And she must think I'm an idiot

I'm pretty afraid

La, la, la, la…squid…iot. Thank you!" Scattered confused applause filled the coffee house. Raven buried her hands as her walked back over to her.

"Pretty good, huh?" said Beast boy, smiling broadly as he sat next to her.

"That was…Mortifying."

"Aw, come on! It wasn't that bad."

"Yes, it was."

"It was funny."

"No, it wasn't."

"It was a little funny."

"No, it wasn't."

"Oh, come on, Raven! I got you $1 drinks for that!" Raven sighed.

"It was a little funny."

"Aw, just a little funny?"

"It was very funny, Beast Boy."

"See, I told you! Now, what is there to get at this place other than that gross black stuff?"

"I…Really don't think you'll like anything here, Beast Boy."

"For $1, I need to try something."

"Well, then, I don't know…Ask them for a…Caramel…Chocolate…Vanilla…Sugary…Blended…Thing. With soymilk."

"Sounds good!" Beast Boy walked over to the counter.

"Hey, my little improviser," said the tired-looking fried-haired eyeliner-clad girl behind the counter with a voice somehow even flatter than Raven's. "What can I get you?'

"Yeah, I'd like a Caramel Chocolate Vanilla Sugary Blended Thing with Soymilk, please."

"Um…A what?"

"A Caramel Chocolate Vanilla Sugary Blended Thing with Soymilk."

"Uh…Coming right up…That'll be a dollar…" Beast Boy slapped it on the counter, and put a quarter in the tip jar; the girl shook her head and sighed, looking at the syrup bottles sadly. Her mind tried to add the ingredients (caramel + chocolate + sugar + soymilk + sugar + thing …what?) but nothing seemed to calculate correctly. After a few baffled seconds, she just started throwing things into the blender. It took about three minutes for it to be finished, then Beast Boy enthusiastically thanked her and took a huge swig.

"RAVEN!" he exclaimed happily, almost running back over to the table, "YOU HAVE TO TRY THIS! IT'S THE BEST THINGI 'VE EVER HAD IN MY WHOLE LIFE!" Raven sighed and took a teensy sip of the noxious concoction. Her face scrunched up in disgust—it was so sweet it literally hurt her teeth.

"ISN'T IT SO GOOD?!"

"It's disgusting."

"Better than your gross black stuff." Raven sighed again. The emcee went back on stage, and said, gloomily, "Ladies and gentleman, a song from—'' but Raven didn't catch his name; she was too busy looking at him. The boy walked on stage and sat awkwardly on a stool with an acoustic guitar on his thigh. He had blond hair and green eyes, and for a second Raven actually though he might be back, but she knew that was a stupid thing to even think. At second glance, he didn't look anything like Jericho, but it still made her nauseas.
"Hey, Raven," said Beast Boy sympathetically, "wanna go see a movie?"

"That sounds…great."