"But why?" Derp whispered in his melodic contralto, gazing deeply into Steve's limpid amethyst eyes. "Why would you ask me to prom, when you're dating Mason?"
Steve tossed his flowing ebony Raven locks as the silver moonlight danced across the waves crashing on the beach where they stood locked in a passionate embrace.
"Because I think you're down for kinky shit."
"Hell yeah," said Derp.
After that, they had sandwiches.