You had been planning to come up with a last minute excuse to get out of going to Roxy's WILD DRUNKEN PARTY. But no, John had to pull out the BIG BLACKMAIL GUNS.
The idea of your screenplays falling into Strider's hands is even more terror-inducing than the idea of what might happen if you attend the party.
Fine, Egbert. You win this round.
He didn't say anything about showing up on time, though, so by the time your get to there, the DRUNKEN SHENANIGANS are already well underway.
John spots you the minute you walk through the door, and starts waving at you in the most flaily manner possible. You studiously ignore him and his idiocy, and decide to take a look at your surroundings.
There is a MAKESHIFT DANCEFLOOR set up in the middle of the room, which is currently occupied by a VERY DRUNK ROXY and a VERY RELUCTANT JANE, as well as a smattering of other humans and trolls busy embarrassing themselves with their awful dancing.
John is making his ways towards you, in a vaguely drunk and predatory manner that gives you the distinct impression he is going to ask you to dance.
You abscond as quickly as possible, hiding behind a pair of CLEVERLY PLACED TURNTABLES.
Unfortunately, the space behind the turntables happens to already be occupied, by one DAVE STRIDER.
Past Karkat: Finally show up to the party. (FILL: TEAM KANAYA<3VRISKA)
The idea of your screenplays falling into Strider's hands is even more terror-inducing than the idea of what might happen if you attend the party.
Fine, Egbert. You win this round.
He didn't say anything about showing up on time, though, so by the time your get to there, the DRUNKEN SHENANIGANS are already well underway.
John spots you the minute you walk through the door, and starts waving at you in the most flaily manner possible. You studiously ignore him and his idiocy, and decide to take a look at your surroundings.
There is a MAKESHIFT DANCEFLOOR set up in the middle of the room, which is currently occupied by a VERY DRUNK ROXY and a VERY RELUCTANT JANE, as well as a smattering of other humans and trolls busy embarrassing themselves with their awful dancing.
John is making his ways towards you, in a vaguely drunk and predatory manner that gives you the distinct impression he is going to ask you to dance.
You abscond as quickly as possible, hiding behind a pair of CLEVERLY PLACED TURNTABLES.
Unfortunately, the space behind the turntables happens to already be occupied, by one DAVE STRIDER.
Past Karkat: Make conversation.