Dark brooding Newt thought knocking off the liquor shop just might be in order to have a fantastic start of something new with Rae. Naturally, she was so giddy and silly when they ran off with the goods and some cash as well, like raccoon pirates in the dead of night.
They caught a train and snogged madly at the back of the empty car. Really, it was good to be in the country.
"We could sleep under the stars, if we like." He'd suggested. After all, they'd made it to the beach, and it was sunny and well, not at all for goths like themselves.
"Just a night or two. But I don't want a sunburn." She advised.
"Yeah, that would be awful." He did so love his pale skin.
They finally made their way to a hostel. Starving most of the day. Saving their booze for some canned cola that Rae had stole herself at one of the tourists' shops.
"Drink up, baby." She had a few pills left. It would do the trick, Newt guessed as he took them and laid with her. Touching each others skin and bones. At last, there was the boner that would take them through the night. All swelled up and helpless which involved mindless sex. Seriously, it took him to a whole new dimension of sorts. He could easily see them becoming ghosts. Yet she was still there. On top, riding him out. It was a lovely view from where he laid. Her eye-liner all smudged and her teeth so sharp and vile. It made him smile. This was definitely some shit they were on.