"Maybe I should go back," Zoe said, looking a little worried, and a tiny bit ashamed of how she treated her dad.
Athena threw her cigarette to the pavement, then stepped on it with her boot. "Are you kidding me? Why would you want to go back to those assholes?" Tonight she was wearing a fancy-ish-looking shirt and black leather pants. She looked over at Trevor, the only boy in their circle of friends. As usual, he was dressed in a black tube top over a fishnet shirt, a pleated black and white tartan miniskirt, black and white striped stockings, and big clunky black boots. His face was made up way more than the rest of them, but then again, he was a boy, so nothing really out of the ordinary there. "Am I right, Trev?" she asked him.
Trevor nodded, his long black-dyed curls bouncing on his head.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," Zoe said. "So, where are we headed off to next?"
Athena smiled, then said ...
