CAFÉ: Darcy's Invitation

Darcy eyed Drake and Lucifer. They really *were* hot. A few moments ago, she didn't think that. She thought that they looked like freaks. But that was actually what made them so attractive to her. She totally loved gothic boys. Drake looked down at his pale white skin. All his life, he had to deal with all that racial crap that his parents and *their* parents had to deal with. But now, all of that was gone. No white man would ever think lowly of him because of his race. Now, they'd only think lowly of him because of his lifestyle. And for that, he'd just tell them to mind their own fucking business. Lucifer looked down at himself, then over at Drake. He still couldn't believe that the other Goth boy was actually Blake. It was his face, but the rest of him ... this was all so fucking weird. But for some reason, he wasn't freaking out about it as much as he thought he would. "Come on, boys," Darcy said, with a wicked grin. "Let's get out of here." She stood between them, then hooked her arms around theirs. Then without any hesitation or resistance, Drake and Lucifer walked away with her. Right now, the two boys needed some kind of direction of where to go next, of what to *do* next, and as it turned out, Darcy's invitation seemed like the best option at the moment.