Ravishing - A Raven/Ravager Fanfic

Ravashing

After defeating the Dominators, the Titans headed for the club to lighten the mood. Wally had to go back to Central City to rest up and continue training with his speed. Evelyn had returned to Star City to tend to some "unfinished business". Rachel couldn't tell what sort of "unfinished business" it was. She couldn't get close enough to the archeress to read her mind, but whatever "unfinished business" she has back at Star City, Rachel suspected that it wasn't good. As for M'gann, she had gone back to her universe, where she returned to the DEO to maintain her cover, making sure no one suspected that she broke out. Tim had mentioned that Jason decided to not take part in the night's festivities. Rachel assumed as much. The mysterious Atlantean boy named Kaldur had gone back to the coast, hoping Aquaman had returned. He said he would come back to help the Titans at some point, but Rachel wasn't sure. Rachel entered the nightclub with Kori, Logan, Victor, Jaime, Tim, Roy, Conner, and Zatanna.

Rachel sat at the bar, watching the rest of her team dance on the dance floor, laughing and enjoying themselves. Rachel sighed as she took a sip of her glass of apple martini. She thought back to the last time she had gone to the club. Richard had taken her and the rest of the Titans to a club back in Gotham, but she didn't like it then. The music blared all around her, deafening her as she felt a loss of breath from the congestion of everyone else. It's not the kind of place Rachel liked to hang out. She already had three guys trying to dry hump her, which pissed her off. She hated having men trying to rub their crotch against her without her permission.

Rachel turned back to the bar with the drink in her hand, taking a few small sips. She didn't want to get too drunk. She considered absinthe, but decided she didn't be under the influence of the Green Devil. Many have debunked the idea of the Green Devil causing hallucinations, but Rachel rather not take the risk. She drank her martini while watching her friends having a good time. Rachel smiled as Kori danced in the midst of dozens of people, moving with a sensual flow with the music. Rachel caught sight of Jaime dancing with Zatanna casually, while Tim, Roy, Victor, & Logan all danced like animals. Rachel was glad Logan didn't try to get her to dance with him. They had one moment together before fighting the Dominators, and luckily, it hadn't gone straight to his head. At least...she didn't think it did. Rachel noticed Conner standing off to the side, sulking alone. She understood why he wasn't in the mood to dance. With M'gann having left, he felt even more alone than he did when she first died.

Suddenly, a man grabbed Rachel by the arm, catching her by surprise. She looked at him wide-eyed. Rachel could smell the alcohol-infested breath in his mouth and nearly gagged in disgust.

"Would you like to dance?" he shouted while tugging at Rachel's arm.

She tugged her arm back in refusal. "No," she said sharply. Angry at her refusal, he grabbed her arm again, tighter this time. She cried out in pain. "Ow!"

A girl suddenly grabbed him by the arm and twisted it behind his back, making him cry out in pain. "Hey, asshole, she said no!" she snapped. "Get the fuck out before I call security! Do you hear me? Fuck off!" The man scolded at them both before stumbling away from the bar, disappearing into the crowd. Rachel turned her attention to the girl that practically saved her life from the drunk.

"Thanks," Rachel called out cover the blaring music. "I could have handled it though."

"Sure, but you were too slow," the girl said with a smirk. Rachel noticed the Australian accent the girl had. The girl turned to the bar & called over the bartender to get her a drink. The bartender returned with absinthe, the very drink Rachel refused to order. She had to give the girl pointers for ordering absinthe.

Rachel gazed at the strange girl. Rachel found the girl to be very beautiful, the "out of their league" type of beautiful. She had light brown skin with dark brown almond-shaped eyes. Light glistened off of her soft bleach white hair. Rachel's eyes traced down to the girl's plump red lips. Rachel noticed the outfit the girl was wearing. It was a formal dark grey dress with a Sabrina neckline and white pearl necklace around her neck. It didn't seem to be an outfit suitable for the nightclub. It looked more suitable for fancy dinner parties or important business meetings. Maybe she recently got out of a meeting and wanted a drink.