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EIGHT
Truth or Dare
The room is dark, dotted with sleek black leather armchairs around tables small enough to hold two glasses of alcoholic beverages and chips, if desired. There is a stage, which all the chairs face, and on the stage a single, lonely microphone stand greets the audience. Behind the stage, only a plain dark blue curtain and above the drapes no sign that announces the name of the event. There is no sign because there is no need for a sign. Those who come here are regulars; they have their tables, their usual drinks ('Blast', they call it, because that's exactly what a shot does to you, no pun intended) and their usual witty, poetic lines.
"There she is. That's Raven."
"I heard she's reciting tonight."
"She writes beautifully – the most tragic stuff. It's brilliant."
"Free verse?"
"Never rhymes."
"At all? Intriguing."
"She's into dark energy and emotionless living. It's deep."
The girl walks up to the microphone and the people at the tables stop drinking, cease talking. A silence washes over the diners-cum-audience as they watch every moment she makes.
She wears a dark blue cloak with a hood, but the hood is lowered so they can catch a full view of her mesmerizing deep purple hair and amethyst eyes. Her pale skin shines like the moon against the dark backdrop of the stage, and there the microphone makes a soft whine of protest as she reaches up to switch it on.
She begins to recite solemnly:
"I have a friend who's half a boy
and also half a beast.
It's for this simple reason that
on meat he does not feast.
His eyes; they twinkle like the stars.
His smile blinds like the sun.
The villains fear his changing form:
from him they cannot run.
O Beast Boy, you are strong and cool;
I love your wit, your charm.
And I simply cannot wait
to hold you in my arms."
When she finishes, there is a stunned silence.
"I thought you said she wrote dark poetry."
"I… uh… guess she thought a change would be nice…"
"…"
The girl remains standing on stage just long enough to catch the eye of a solitary figure seated in one of the booth seats half-hidden in the shadows at the back of the room. Somehow, only the mysterious lone man sees the minute smile on her face.
o o o
Outside the club, Raven slips her hand into the proffered green one and the person who had been alone sidles up close to the dark-haired girl.
"I can't believe I just let you talk me into reciting that stupid poem in front of everyone."
"A dare is a dare. And I didn't think it was stupid."
"They'll never let me back in."
The boy by her side chuckles as the flap of her cloak pulls itself slightly apart and a slim silver pen surrounded by black energy floats into the air in front of them. The pen spins for a second or two, glinting in the moonlight, and then stops with its tip pointing towards the boy.
Raven smiles a cunning sort of smile. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare."
A/N: Ah, some sort of vaguely romantic entry with a poem inside. This will be the last update for a while mainly because I've run out of ideas and I don't like to force out entries, so apologies to my few faithful readers. I won't be able to give an exact date on which I'll start updating again, but rest assured if you've put this story on the alert function then you'll know when it's next updated. Meanwhile, you can check out my other Teen Titan fic, if you want. If not, I know there are plenty of really, really good BBxRae one shots out there.
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