A/N Just something I came up with.

Disclaimer: If I owned TT, Beast Boy would've confessed his love for Raven, gotten rejected, then kissed by her 2 episodes later. Then they would've been in love forever and gotten married and made some babies. The End.

Robin - 20

Starfire - 20

Cyborg - 22

Raven - 19

Beast Boy - 18

Raven POV

So my night didn't go exactly as planned.

Cyborg heard about a party and of course, as he says, 'it ain't a party if the Titans are at home.' So, lucky me, I got to spend the whole evening standing in the corner with a full cup of punch that was probably spiked (so I wasn't going to drink it, obviously) making awkward conversations with a couple of Emo kids that all wanted my number. And no, they were not all guys.

My friends, of course, were having a great time. Starfire and Robin were dancing together, Cyborg was also dancing but with a group of girls who looked about 16, and Beast Boy... wait, where was Beast Boy? Oh, there he was... sitting alone? I made my way over to his table where, sure enough, he sat alone. The table was completely empty and he looked completely miserable. A frown was stuck on his face and he seemed to be enjoying the party as much as I was.

When I was a few feet away from the table, I stopped as a blonde girl in a skirt so short it barely covered her underwear and a shirt so tight it looked ready to burst come up to him, obviously very drunk. Full out wasted, really. She planted herself in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, making him drop his untouched drink. She said something to him, but she was so drunk, it was hard to make out what she said in the babbling. He smiled politely and tapped a guy nearby on the shoulder. The guy turned around, obviously drunk himself, and Beast Boy handed the now giggling girl over to him, a gift he accepted eagerly. Then Beast Boy sat back down and stared at the drink in his cup. I sat down next to him. He faced me and as soon as he saw who I was, the troubled look disappeared and was replaced by a goofy grin, as usual.

"Well you seem like you're having a good time. I'm sure you made that guy very happy," I told him. He chuckled.

"Yeah, well, drunken sluts who just want sex aren't exactly my type," he replied. "That guy probably couldn't even tell the difference." I blinked. Beast Boy was acting mature, which wasn't like him at all. Maybe he did have a sip of the punch. "The rest of the night hasn't been much better."

"Mine either. I've had to explain to 4 different girls so far that I'm not a lesbian. And I totally saw the guy that smacked your ass when he walked by," I said with a smirk. He blushed.

"Well that's not my fault!" he said, sounding much more like the Beast Boy I knew. He huffed and almost took a sip of his drink before setting it back down.

"So what's in this stuff?" I asked him. He set the cup on the ground, turned into a bloodhound, sniffed it and changed back. He sat back down.

"Rohypnol. Lots of Rohypnol," he responded.

"I thought they started putting blues dyes in it so it would show," I pointed out. He poured a few drops of it on the table. A dark blue liquid came out.

"I guess the punch was already dyed blue. Sneaky bastards…" he muttered. I chuckled. He stared at me with wide, green eyes.

"6 years, and all it took was 'sneaky bastards' to make you laugh?!" he asked loudly. I laughed and shrugged.

"Does this mean you're going to stop trying to make me laugh?" I asked. He grinned.

"Haha, yeah, NO." he replied. He was about to say something else when the girl from before, who obviously still hadn't given up on Beast Boy, came up angrily and punched me in the face. I dizzily fell off my chair and hit the back of my head on the table before slamming my forehead against the floor as I hit the ground. I made out the blurry image of Beast Boy's worried, infuriated face right before I blacked out.

A/N Cliff hang(OV)er! Hehe get it? No? Eh. I'm going to hell for this anyway. BRING IT ON MADDAFACKA! R&R you wonderful mofos!