"You know, that was to be expected, really. Just a matter of time before the fundies found a new target, what with all the changes. Good for you for standing up to them." - Said Lucas.
"Yeah, well, we need your help." - Said Rachel - "We could show people that even angels don't mind us."
"Are these twits aware that, per their very mythos, angels and demons are made from the same material?" - an older angel said in a Scottish accent.
"Pretty sure they aren't aware, Angus. Or they don't care if they are." - Said Lucas - "Okay. I, for one, am in, but I don't own this place, Lois does. She should be back in..."
With this, a redheaded angel with a "matron" look entered the Cafe, carrying a crate with Mountain Dew in it. It was Angus's cue to leave by the same door to help with the crates. Lucas smiled: "Right about now. Come on in, Lois, those three nice people needed to ask you something."
Lois looked at Rachel and smiled. "Oh, that devil girl from the other day! Rachel, right? Why do you look so serious, dear?"
Rachel went on to explain. In the middle of the explanation, Lois was fuming. A while longer in, she got up and proceeded to look at a notebook. "Say no more, Rachel. I'm in. We'll take care of the desserts and non-alcoholic drinks. I'm calling everyone. Lucas, you're helping them with security."
"Hey, now, unless people are seriously threatened, I don't wanna get in trouble with the law there, and I'm a freelance translator, not a..." - Lucas began.
"...for a crate of Dr Pepper and one of Colombiana, plus whatever you want to wash down your meals there. Consider it payment for helping the priest before, too. Why didn't you tell me what they were trying to do to her that time?"
"...I am at your service, my liege." - said Lucas, smiling - "Do I get to be snide towards the fundies? As for your other question, I really didn't wanna bring up a KKK-style thing like this."
"Be as snide as you want. Rachel, sweetie, think you can tell the folks at Hell's Kitchen about that?"
"Sure. Say. What's 'Colombiana'?" - Asked Rachel.
"Soda he likes that can't be found in Brazil, where he lives. Let's just say I know my customers. Lucas, can you go with them to Hell's Kitchen? I don't want these nuts attacking Rachel..."
Lucas shrugged. "Sure, if they don't mind. Lois, if I may ask, though... What got you so furious about this? You seem so calm about other..."
Lois gave Lucas a look. Lucas paused and turned to Rachel. "Er, Rachel, was it? Lead the way."
As they left and Angus went out to get another crate, Lois sighed and looked at a picture she kept under the counter. It was a black and white picture, showing a handsome black young man smiling in front of a library. It read: "From Edward, to my little sister Lois, with love - Jackson, Mississippi, 01/20/1963". Lois held back tears and proceeded to call the first angels...
