Beast Boy whistled as he looked out at the scene before him. He had never seen so much...black...before. There were all sorts of goths here. Victorian, punk, lolita...all of them in one place...like some underground lair. ...but not underground...

Some goths were drinking...others chatting...some were dancing...and others could only be described as dry humping on the dance floor. No one was naked or anything...but there was a helluva lot of grinding going on. Some of these people had to be cumming in their pants.

"I never pegged you for a dancer," Beast Boy said, still looking around. Raven scoffed. "I've got the dancing ability of a gelatin mold. I might as well just jiggle in one place," she replied. This confused Beast Boy. Why the hell would she go to a dance club...and OBVIOUS dance club...if she couldn't dance? He asked her that very question.

Shrugging, Raven led him along. "Well, for one thing they make fantastic cosmos here. Another is..."