"Well lookie there!" Cyborg smiles.

I glance at him curiously. "?" I then look across the deck of the fancifully decorated ship. "Hmm…"

Starfire and Robin appear to be in the process of….slow-dancing. The wreckage of the action-packed prom's tables and punch bowl and various foodstuffs litter the hull around them with scratch marks from the nefarious Fang's claws from earlier.

"Hehehehe…," Beast Boy giggles while cradeling an oversized….maggot thing of Killer Moth's on his knees. "Isn't that just cool? Er….in a mushy, cooties-filled sort of way."

"You still believe in cooties?" I utter, squinting at the changeling.

"On occasion. Nothing for you to worry about, Raven."

"Right…."

"Rawwawaaawaaaraaw!" the conspicuous maggot happily chirps.

Cyborg plants his hands on his hips and smirks at the dancing duo. "I guess I can't blame them. With that Pussy girl messing with Robin all evening, they're bound to take some relaxation."

"'Kitten'," I correct him.

Cyborg glances at me sideways. "Huh?"

"Never mind…."

"………," Cyborg then grins wide and extends a hand out: "Can I have the pleasure of a dance, Missy?"

"Whoah!" Beast Boy gawks.

"Rawwr!" the maggot gasps.

"…….," I raise an eyebrow. I look at Cyborg's gently extended hand. I look at him again. "……you've got to be kidding me."

"Heheheheh….not at all, cutie! It's a beautiful evening. What say you and I enjoy it together?"

"Wooo! Cyborg called you 'cutie'! He's going in for the goal, folks!"

I fold my arms, frown, and glare off towards the City Skyline. "Let him shoot and miss. on, Rae!" Cyborg smirks. "Live a little!"

"In your arms? I hardly think so…."

"Oooh! Burn!" Beast Boy stands up. "That means I get to dance with her instead!"

"HEY!" Cyborg frowns and playfully punches the changeling's shoulder. "Don't be a capitalist pig, little man!"

"Ow! Hey! Losers can weep all they like! Winners—a.k.a. handsome comic relief guys with the pretty ears—get the beautiful, quietly reserved gothic chick!"

"I'd rather make love to a meat grinder," I roll my eyes.

"I'd be hurt if that wasn't so disgusting a statement."

"Face it, Rae! You're trapped!" Cyborg winks his human eye.

I glare at them. "Oh really…."

"Yup! You're gonna enjoy life, girl!"

"Which means living outside of your comfort zone a little!" Beast Boy beams. "Look at Starfire and Robin! They're doing it!"

"I think someone spiked their punch….," I drone.

"Uh uh uh! No coy breakings of the subject!" Cyborg points. "Now you're going to have to choose the handsomest of us guys by the end of the night and let us sweep you off your feet---"

"Ohhhh….my prince," I coo in a low, monotone voice. Snatch!

"…….," Beast Boy blinks. For his cradeling arms are now empty.

I have the maggot in my feminine hands. I hold its drooling mandibles up to my face and curve my lips up lovingly. "My handsome…handsome prince. Whisk me away to your tower, I beg thee."

"Rawwwaaarawwwarr!"

"Transylvania? Just like in my dreams. Now dance with me, you crazy fool…." And I twirl merrily with the grinning maggot off across the deck of the Date With Destiny ship.

"…………"

"Dude……..I think we just got turned down for a worm."

"Yeah…….makes me think of middle school." A beat. A sigh. Then Cyborg brightens and comically coos to Beast Boy: "Can I have the pleasure of this dance?" His hand extends.

Beast Boy recoils. "Dude! Ew! Mega-Ew!" He turns and marches down the ship's plank. "Dang it! Help me go find another maggot!"

And somewhere else, I'm twirling girlishly….