(A/N)- I suppose I could have gone more traditional with this prompt, done something related to "Date With Destiny" or what have you.

Buuuuuut this idea was funnier.

Disclaimer: I don't advocate underage drinking and I also don't own Teen Titans.

RobStar Week 2018, Day 3 - Dance

"Okay, fess up," Robin said with narrowed eyes to Cyborg and Beast Boy, who had their hands behind their backs looking very innocent. "Which one of you spiked the drinks?"

"What an accusation, Robin," Cyborg exclaimed in feigned indigence, a hand over his heart. "That would be completely and totally irresponsible of us."

"Yeah dude," agreed Beast Boy. "'specially since a lot of us are still underage."

"Which one of you was it?" Robin demanded again, sternly.

Beast Boy held up a finger. "In our defense, it was Speedy's idea. And we were left unsupervised."

Robin gave a groaning half-sigh, smearing both hands down his face in aggravation. The raucous cacophony of the party going on behind him blared in his ears: the pounding bass of the music, the whoops and shouts from clearly inebriated invitees, and the repeated banging of the bar manager's head against the wooden whiskey cabinet–a sentiment to which Robin could relate.

"Besides, dude," Beast Boy justified. "This birthday part was, like, totally lame before we did."

"Excuse me a moment," Robin said to the duo, slipping off and heading towards the bar.

Pulling out a wad of cash he thumbed several large bills onto the counter, a sound which made the bar manager look up from his weary thumping in curiosity.

"To cover any damages," the Boy Wonder explained. After a moment of thought, he stepped forward again and put another half-dozen bills on the counter. "And please keep this quiet."

The bar manager scooped up the bills. "Can do," he said, in a seemingly much better mood.

"Aw, c'mon Robin, lighten up!" Beast Boy complained at him from across the way. "Starfire's having fun, see?"

Indeed, the alien princess was in exceedingly good spirits, giggling as she paced around the dance floor, bobbing in time to the beat. She didn't seem terribly intoxicated, maybe just a little buzzed, if her occasional awkwardly-placed step and stumble was any indication.

Upon hearing her name she perked up, spotting Robin and beaming widely. She rushed up to him and grabbed his hand, already pulling him away from the bar and towards the dance floor.

"Come Robin!" she exclaimed. "Come dance with me!"

Her good mood broke past his aggravation and his embarrassment, and Robin allowed the tension in his shoulders and neck to ease. He let his girlfriend pull him to the center of the dance floor, amidst the brightly-flashing multicolored strobe lights. His hands found a comfortable place on her hips, as hers placed themselves around his shoulders. He tried to let himself fall into a gentle sway with her.

Starfire's smile dimmed and she tilted her head in concern.

"Robin? Is there something wrong?"

Robin gestured with his head towards the bar. "Ah, those two knuckleheads decided Speedy's party was boring, so they livened things up by spiking the punch."

"Spiking?" Starfire repeated in confusion.

"Putting alcohol in it. Usually without people's knowledge or permission," he explained.

"Ohhh…" Starfire voiced in understanding, bobbing her head. She peered over Robin's shoulder towards the corner booth, where Speedy was standing shirtless on the table, twirling his shirt and doing pelvic thrusts, completely trashed, and several giggling female Titans were looking on in appreciation. "Is that why everyone is behaving so rowdily?"

"Pretty much," Robin chuckled. His hands slid a little further around her back, drawing her a bit closer. "You don't seem to be much affected by it though."

Starfire shook her head. "Ethanol does not have as strong an effect upon Tamaranians. I was wondering, however, why I did not feel as… coordinated."

Robin grinned. "Don't worry. I gotcha," he promised.

She giggled lightly. "It is not serious. At the least, I am in no danger of embarrassing myself." She sent a pointed glance towards Speedy's table. "Unlike some of our friends."

Robin gave in to hysterical giggles, burying his face in Starfire's shoulder as they swayed, in bewilderment of just how absurd the whole situation was.

"Robin?" Starfire called, amused.

He just shook his head.

"I can't," he said. "It's just… I am never gonna be able to look at him straight after this."

"It is quite amusing," Starfire agreed. She nudged him, urging him to lift his head. "Now please," she encouraged, "do the lightening up and enjoy yourself."

The blaring bass seemed in tune with Robin's pulse, and the wild atmosphere evoked a trickle of an adrenaline rush inside him. Even though he hadn't had much to drink before discovering Cyborg and Beast Boy's unpleasant surprise, he still felt the warm flush of it tingling just beneath his skin.

Ah, what the hell.

He had his gorgeous alien girlfriend in his arms, they were among friends, and it was a party.

He was still sticking Cyborg and Beast Boy with fridge-cleaning duty for the whole next week for this though.

He raised his head, finding a swing in time with the beat and losing himself in the music as he and Starfire weaved up and down the dance floor.