Not a couple

Beast Boy grabbed Raven's wrist, tugging her forward. He needed to get away unseen, and leave Raven to her room.

She was burping and giggling, the alcohol still in effect. She stumbled, falling into the common room.

Beast Boy had gotten the bartender to spike her drinks. Raven had ended up drinking one too many, and had gotten drunk.

Beast Boy snuck past the kitchen, but a stern voice interrupted. "Why is Raven walking like that?" Robin asked, turning on the couch.

Beast Boy searched for a lie, but he was too late. He gave Robin an apologetic look. Robin's face clenched. "You didn't....."

Beast Boy ran, leaving Raven at the counter. Robin yelled, but ran to Raven. She was playing with her fingers, watching them.

She looked up, words slurred. "Is the party over?" Robin huffed. "Oh, hell yes. You're done."

Raven giggled. "The party's never over, never." Robin sighed. He led Raven to to the couch, watching her squirm.

"Hey Robin."

"Yes."
She leaned up, touching his spiked hair. Robin pulled away, staring at her. "What was that for?" He asked.

She poked her finger, curious. "I thought it'd hurt." Robin raised a brow under the mask. "My hair?"

"Yeah."

"It's just gel, Raven." He told her, pulling over the mini trash can. "The nausea is gonna kick in soon."

As if on command, Raven swayed, leaned over the trash can, and threw up. Robin held back her hair, watching her dry heave.

She reached for a glass of water left on the table, swallowing it. Raven eyed Beast Boy's game station. "I'll kill him." She mumbled.

She tried to get up, but Robin pushed her back down. "You need to rest, Rae." Raven yawned, her eyes closed. "Rest is not needed."

"Unless you wanna be throwing up longer, I suggest you rest." She took his advice, setting her head on his shoulder.

"I have to pee."

"Go?"

"I don't feel like it."

Robin chuckled, playing with her hair. She would be pissed tomorrow, but for tonight, she would be drunk.