Ok, you'll admit it, the drink isn't half bad. It's pretty good, actually. It's sort of sweet and sour all at once and leaves a pleasant warmth behind it as it goes down your throat. You finish the first pretty quickly, mostly so you can get Roxy off your back, but then she's offering you a second and halfway through a strange feeling steals over you. Muscles you didn't even know you had are relaxing. You don't know what to think about it.
You finish your second almost automatically, in a loop of raise your glass, take a sip, swallow, lower your glass, marvel at the strange feeling in your head, rinse and repeat. This drink really is delicious. You sort of want more, but the still-rational part of your mind doesn't want to admit that to Roxy.
It doesn't really matter much anymore, anyway, since Jake has just arrived and Roxy takes stumbling leave of you after patting you affectionately on the ass. Which, somehow, just makes you want to laugh right now instead of yell. Odd.
Ok, so...yes. You decide that having another drink is pretty much the best idea ever.
And that's how you end up back at the turntables. Dave just has a playlist going at the moment, and is shuffling through files on his laptop. You sort of clear your throat to get his attention, but it doesn't work.
KARKAT: HEY.
Dave looks up, your eyes meeting over his shades.
DAVE: sup KARKAT: YOU ACTUALLY LIVE HERE, RIGHT? DAVE: yeah DAVE: welcome to la casa striderlalonde DAVE: your one stop shop for dancing partying and shenanigans DAVE: and a drunk chick touching butts left and right DAVE: will it be a pinch this time or a full on ten fingered grab DAVE: is the question on everyones lips DAVE: what do you want
Dave is leaning back in this high-backed desk chair, and you can't help but notice all these little things about him. Things you've always noticed, but really, really didn't want to think about. Like how his neck is exposed when he sits like that, pale and...slender, or something, and his shoulders are so...narrow? He looks almost fragile. He's taller than you, but still smaller somehow. It's making something pleasant squirm in your stomach.
Past Karkat: Get drunk (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
You finish your second almost automatically, in a loop of raise your glass, take a sip, swallow, lower your glass, marvel at the strange feeling in your head, rinse and repeat. This drink really is delicious. You sort of want more, but the still-rational part of your mind doesn't want to admit that to Roxy.
It doesn't really matter much anymore, anyway, since Jake has just arrived and Roxy takes stumbling leave of you after patting you affectionately on the ass. Which, somehow, just makes you want to laugh right now instead of yell. Odd.
Ok, so...yes. You decide that having another drink is pretty much the best idea ever.
And that's how you end up back at the turntables. Dave just has a playlist going at the moment, and is shuffling through files on his laptop. You sort of clear your throat to get his attention, but it doesn't work.
KARKAT: HEY.
Dave looks up, your eyes meeting over his shades.
DAVE: sup
KARKAT: YOU ACTUALLY LIVE HERE, RIGHT?
DAVE: yeah
DAVE: welcome to la casa striderlalonde
DAVE: your one stop shop for dancing partying and shenanigans
DAVE: and a drunk chick touching butts left and right
DAVE: will it be a pinch this time or a full on ten fingered grab
DAVE: is the question on everyones lips
DAVE: what do you want
Dave is leaning back in this high-backed desk chair, and you can't help but notice all these little things about him. Things you've always noticed, but really, really didn't want to think about. Like how his neck is exposed when he sits like that, pale and...slender, or something, and his shoulders are so...narrow? He looks almost fragile. He's taller than you, but still smaller somehow. It's making something pleasant squirm in your stomach.
KARKAT: I...THINK I WANT ANOTHER DRINK.
Dave: Get Karkat another drink.