"So, uh, what do we do now?" Roxy asked. There was the stunningly anticlimatic confession of love, mostly because Roxy knew Callie was too polite and demure to ever suggest it herself. Sure, Callie was obviously head over heels in love with Roxy, but she obviously wasn't going to do any first-move making.

"I don't know. Angels are supposed to be aromantic creatures, love doesn't exist for us so I am charting new territory here," Calliope explained. She could have mentioned the automatic death penalty involved with human and angel relationships, but decided not to. This was a happy occasion. Let's keep it happy as can be.

"I've never felt love, like real, good decision, equal love before, soo..."

"Then we can just make it up as we go along, ok?" Roxy asked. She and Calliope stared at each other, not knowing what to do next. But at least they didn't have to figure all of this out alone. However, Roxy already knew a guy who was more or less seasoned with the art of introducing supernatural creatures to the human ways of love.

"Hey Dirk, what do you and Caliboner do on a date?" Roxy asked him as soon as Dirk answered the call. There was no 'sup bro?' there was only, 'hey how the fuck is this gonna' work'.

"Do you want an honest answer or are you trying to come up with date ideas for you and Callie?" Dirk asked.

"Dirk, I don't want to hear about your gay demonic sex life."

"I have extra tickets to a metal fest tonight, it's a huge battle of the bands, and Caliborn's band is playing. Maybe you can go on a date there," Dirk suggested. It was a stupid suggestion, he wasn't entirely serious.

"Yes, perfect," Roxy said. She did not think about whether or not an angel would go to a metal concert. She hung up and left Dirk thinking that maybe he might have just sabotaged their relationship.

"Roxy, no," Calliope pleaded. There was no way, absolutely no way she was going to see any 'metal' band play, especially not one with Caliborn in it! Alright, sure, Calliope would own up that he wasn't so bad and maybe his inclinations to fall in love with humans weren't entirely for debased reasons, but he was still, and she would not let anyone forget this, a mass murderer.

"Give it a try!" Roxy said.

"Caliborn is evil," Calliope said. This was something of a mantra she's had her entire life. Calliope good. Caliborn bad. Okay, so some of the lines between good and bad have blurred but it was pretty obvious that Caliborn was still pretty awful. Y'know, mass murdering. Killing. No amount of cooking, no matter how good, could stop that!

"You look adorable in black," Roxy said. She always wore dark lipstick herself but Callie looked just as cute with black lipstick on. Hey, they were going to a metal concert and Roxy didn't want to disappoint Dirk by showing up in a pink floral dress.

"Do not try to dissuade me," Calliope said. All of her issues with appearance aside, Calliope did think she looked rather, well, cute as a human girl. Maybe not cute like Roxy, because Calliope could literally sing out epic poems of Roxy's beauty, but not that bad. Calliope always assumed there had to be a less pretty girlfriend, and she didn't mind being it as long as it meant that she got to hold Roxy's hand. Which she was absolutely ecstatic about.

"Think about it... we're charting new seas of love, and adventure. I've never been, but who knows.. we could have like, the most amazing time. Open your mind Callie, to the human ways of courtship..."

"Alright," Calliope said, though honestly, the both of them knew there wasn't any way in hell she could say no to Roxy. About anything.

Callie and Roxy were dressed for metal fest... whatever that meant. Calliope thought it meant wearing mostly black, and from what she could tell about the crowd that was pretty much true. Everyone here wore black, and some people splashed themselves with fake blood and wore shirts with satanic symbols and slogans on them that advocated demon worship. No wonder why Caliborn felt so at home with all the humans here. They just thought he was another human in costume, but Calliope knew better. Humans were doing what Calliope assumed was dancing by running and smashing into each other, occasionally swinging fists and kicking each other. She could really see why her superiors called humans a bunch of violent apes. This was no place for an angel and her spectacular paramour... this was a place for madmen.

It smelled like open alcohol containers everywhere and that made Roxy a little bit nervous. It reeked of fetid, pisswater beer. Horrible cheap beer that Roxy kind of wanted a sip from, or maybe twenty sips. But in her mind she realized that she'd rather be drinking spring water with Calliope than drinking shitty beer with a bunch of metal heads. Dirk was walking towards them and Callie waved hi to a familair face.

"Is that my leather vest?" he asked Roxy.

"Yes it is," Roxy said.

"So, uh, are you two enjoying the festival?" Dirk asked.

"Why are these people dressed like satan worshippers?" Calliope asked.

"Callie, that is what we earth human call being a goth, though most people just dress it up for the fes,t a lot of them consider that normal human clothing."

"So they're not demon worshippers?"

"Most humans, goths included, do not believe in demons or worship them at all."

"Fascinating."

"I gotta go do Caliborn's makeup because his shows coming up soon. If you see a stoned looking guy with horns and clown face paint, that's Gamzee and tell him that Caliborn said to get his worthless fucking face backstage or he's going to rape his skull with a knife," Dirk said.

"In those exact words?" Roxy said.

"Yes."

"I'm not going to remember that," Roxy said to Calliope once Dirk was out of earshot. Calliope nodded in agreement, she didn't think a threat was suited for Roxy anyways.

Caliborn was the lead singer of a band called JuJu Magics and The Felt, yes that was really the name of the band. It consisted of Caliborn as the lead vocalist, Gamzee as the lead guitarist, and a bunch of guys in green suits who use whatever instruments they felt like at the time known as 'the felt'. The audience could hear Caliborn screaming at Gamzee from behind the stage and they all thought it was the bands traditional comedic start up to a show. The truth was, Caliborn was completely serious. Calliope could hear him beat Gamzee with a metal folding chair and she knew it wasn't play acting for the audience to laugh at. She and Roxy cringed as a bunch of black clothed metalheads were completely entranced by him. This was clearly not a place where they could blend in easily.

"Are you mother fucking ready to rock?!" Caliborn screamed, he didn't even need a mic. And if his screaming wasn't deafening on his own, the scream of the audience, mostly women, screaming back at him certainly was. Calliope and Roxy clamped their hands over their ears and the sound of an encroaching guitar solo from Gamzee made them certain that they were in for one awful first date. They held hands, and braced themselves for the worst.

Caliborn, for what Roxy knew of metal, was not completely terrible and she could see why nearly all of the women and half of the men in audience were practically creaming themselves at his performance. A part of her knows that Dirk is watching Caliborn from behind the curtain so he can stare at his ass and look smug about the fact that he will be the only one tapping that tonight and that everyone else can go suck a fat one. That was Dirk Strider for you, Roxy wouldn't be shocked if he had stalked Caliborn for awhile and occasionally threw a smuppet at him as a wild courtship gesture. She shouldn't be laughing though, because she was the one who dragged an angel from heaven to a festival full of fake satan worshippers.

"That was terrible," Roxy said. She did not like metal music. She had never really delved that deeply into it but now that she had, she decided that it was not a place worth visiting ever, ever again. Dirk had terrible taste in music, absolutely, ear-drum-shatteringly terrible taste. Roxy used to think that he was the classier of the two. No.

"My ears are still ringing," Calliope replied. Her hands were no longer clamped over her ears but everything still had a distinctly muffled quality. She thought for a second that she might be going deaf. Can immortal angels go deaf? Calliope wasn't sure but from what she heard, death metal might be one answer to that question and the other answer is "yes".

"Hey, it's something new and now we both know that we hate metal and that your bro is actually good for something," Roxy told her.

"I don't know if you can call that screaming 'good'," Calliope said. Admittedly, she may have enjoyed opera or maybe a side of classical. When it came to human music, she was picky, but she was sure even most humans would find that tone irritating.

"Yeah I don't get metal either, but you know what I do get?"

"What?"

"Coffee, and the coffee will probably help our migraines too."

"We're going to need all of the coffee on earth to get rid of my headache," Calliope said.

The endless rancour of noise was far behind them and now it was just silent, dark streets. A few people walked past Roxy and Calliope hurriedly as they held hands and walked down the white concrete sidewalks together. Now that the worst was past them, this quiet, terribly planned date was looking like it was headed towards improvement land. It was nice to see the horrible clashing sign of a twenty four seven Denny's. Ah, Denny's. And since both Callie and Roxy were wearing black and lipstick, they looked just about right near the other goths that came here to sit down and drink coffee. The waitress just waved them to a booth because she was just as tired, if not more so than they were.

"Can we please have two coffees?" Roxy said.

"Of course," the waitress commented. Not of course, I'll get you your coffee. But of course, the two little goth girls come in here and order a coffee. Words are black and white on the page, but tone accounts for all those little bits of grey that you don't see.

Calliope has an expression of obvious contentment on her face, one that no angel should have. She looks a lot like less an overly prim pseudo-british supernatural creature from heaven and more like Calliope. Roxy isn't sure if she herself looks like Roxy because the Roxy everyone had known for the past few years had been a drunken mess with smudged lipstick who reeked of vodka and sucked at laundry. Now Roxy knew, not only how to do her laundry well, but also how to fold it. And iron it. She went to work and did stuff and Roxy spent so much time drinking that she didn't know who would be left sitting in the bathtub when all the gin poured down the drain. Calliope didn't know who what would be left of her personality when she threw all caution to the wind. But hey, atleast they don't have to figure this out on their own.

"Do you think Dirk will be alright?" Calliope asked.

"I'm pretty sure if your bro tries hitting him with a chair, it'll be the last chair Calibitch ever sees," Roxy said. Caliborn might have been a demon, but Dirk was Dirk Strider. He'd wreck Caliborn's shit before he even could figure out what his shit was.

"You really like your portmanteaus today."

"He's like, the lamest excuse for a demon but you're also like Mary Poppins with magic so idk, I guess I always thought that if there was anything magic out there it would be a lot more intimidating than it is," Roxy admitted.

"Well, I hate to sound arrogant here but my magic is much more than Mary Poppins, I just find it tacky to use magic for everything because using my own claws is much more satisfying," Calliope said. It was great that people these days were so apathetic, or otherwise people would really be staring at her. Roxy doesn't pick up on the fact that she says claws and Calliope is relieved.

"Welp, if you ever get any anti-crazy guy magics, please come to work and knock some magic into Mituna," Roxy said. The nickname sugar tits was not a welcome addition to all the other things being said about her on a daily basis.

"Oh dear," Calliope said. When the waitress puts two coffees on the table, Calliope immediately runs for the container of sugar.

"Also my mom might be meeting you soon soo..."

"What should I say?"

"The truth, basically. Angel girlfriends and stuff."

"Will your mother believe me?" Calliope asks as she rips open packets of sugar, three at a time, and dumps an amount of nine sugar packets into her coffee. She tastes it, and adds nine more. Roxy thinks it is adorable when she leans over to the empty spot next to them to grab more sugar packets. This must have been the reason why Callie was so gosh darn sweet all the time.

"My mother is so drunk she'll believe anything," Roxy said. She hadn't seen Rose sober in well, ever. She's never seen Rose without the slightest buzz. Calliope looked down trodden because she knew this was as simple as calling Rose blonde.

"I hope things will go well," Calliope said. She wasn't sure what would happen from here on out, but hey, at least Roxy was here and smiling at her with a warm cup of shitty coffee in hand. And if things went sour, Calliope would be there for her.

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