You give Karkat's drink a good shake before sloshing it back into his glass. You do the same to yours, then grab two lemon slices from a bowl behind the bar and toss one into each glass with two neat flicks of your wrist. Karkat's still looking at you skeptically, so you grab up your drink and take a big sip. Hell yeah. Good stuff.
Karkat tentatively sips his and seems to decide it won't kill him, because that little sip is followed by a bigger one, and another one after that.
KARKAT: THIS...IS GOOD. KARKAT: HOW THE FUCK CAN THIS BE GOOD? THIS HAS MORE ALCOHOL IN IT THAN...I DUNNO. WHAT HAS A LOT OF ALCOHOL IN IT? THE FIRST-AID SECTION OF A SUPERSTORE? ROXY'S ADOLESCENCE? KARKAT: BUT ANYWAY KARKAT: I AM A MATURE INDIVIDUAL. I CAN ADMIT TO MY MISTAKES. I MAKE A LOT OF THEM, SO I SHOULD KNOW. KNOW WHAT I DO, I MEAN, REGARDING MISTAKES. KARKAT: SO MAYBE THIS PARTY IS NOT THE WORST DECISION I'VE EVER BEEN COERCED INTO MAKING. KARKAT: ...DON'T TELL JOHN.
Wow. You're really not sure how many drinks Roxy gave Karkat before, but they're definitely catching up to him now. This might be the first time you've ever seen him without that little crease between his eyebrows. His eyes are half-lidded and weirdly content, and fuck if you're not drawn to that.
Interesting.
You hop on top of the bar, legs dangling over the side. Karkat is parked on a bar stool, hunched over his drink, so you carefully engineer your landing so that your leg is approximately three inches from his arm. You lean back on one hand, sipping your drink with he other.
KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I TELL MYSELF I'LL REGRET HANGING OUT WITH EVERYONE, BECAUSE OF SOME SHIT THAT HAPPENED. SHIT THAT HAPPENED THAT'S RELATED TO ME BEING A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FUCKUP, I MEAN. KARKAT: BUT MOST OF THE TIME WHEN I'M ACTUALLY AROUND ALL OF YOU IT'S REMARKABLY PLEASANT. KARKAT: AND I THINK...MOST OF YOU ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO BE NICE TO ME? KARKAT: BUT IT'S REALLY AWFUL TO THINK THAT FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE I'VE CHRONICALLY BLOWN EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DONE SO OUT OF PROPORTION THAT... KARKAT: THAT...UM KARKAT: UM. I HAD A GOOD ONE BUT I LOST IT. KARKAT: UH KARKAT: ...BUT ANYWAY MAYBE PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT TO GET TO **KNOW** ME AND AREN'T JUST...INVITING ME TO STUFF TO BE POLITE? KARKAT: FUUUUUCK KARKAT: FUUUCK WOOOW I'M AN ASSHOLE
Luckily Karkat doesn't look upset or anything. He's still chill. One corner of his mouth sort of twitches upwards, a little bit. Your eyes widen behind your shades. Holy dick.
Dave: Serve Karkat the meanest Long Island Ice Tea in the history of man (FILL: TEAM DAVE<3<KARKAT)
You give Karkat's drink a good shake before sloshing it back into his glass. You do the same to yours, then grab two lemon slices from a bowl behind the bar and toss one into each glass with two neat flicks of your wrist. Karkat's still looking at you skeptically, so you grab up your drink and take a big sip. Hell yeah. Good stuff.
Karkat tentatively sips his and seems to decide it won't kill him, because that little sip is followed by a bigger one, and another one after that.
KARKAT: THIS...IS GOOD.
KARKAT: HOW THE FUCK CAN THIS BE GOOD? THIS HAS MORE ALCOHOL IN IT THAN...I DUNNO. WHAT HAS A LOT OF ALCOHOL IN IT? THE FIRST-AID SECTION OF A SUPERSTORE? ROXY'S ADOLESCENCE?
KARKAT: BUT ANYWAY
KARKAT: I AM A MATURE INDIVIDUAL. I CAN ADMIT TO MY MISTAKES. I MAKE A LOT OF THEM, SO I SHOULD KNOW. KNOW WHAT I DO, I MEAN, REGARDING MISTAKES.
KARKAT: SO MAYBE THIS PARTY IS NOT THE WORST DECISION I'VE EVER BEEN COERCED INTO MAKING.
KARKAT: ...DON'T TELL JOHN.
Wow. You're really not sure how many drinks Roxy gave Karkat before, but they're definitely catching up to him now. This might be the first time you've ever seen him without that little crease between his eyebrows. His eyes are half-lidded and weirdly content, and fuck if you're not drawn to that.
Interesting.
You hop on top of the bar, legs dangling over the side. Karkat is parked on a bar stool, hunched over his drink, so you carefully engineer your landing so that your leg is approximately three inches from his arm. You lean back on one hand, sipping your drink with he other.
KARKAT: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO. I TELL MYSELF I'LL REGRET HANGING OUT WITH EVERYONE, BECAUSE OF SOME SHIT THAT HAPPENED. SHIT THAT HAPPENED THAT'S RELATED TO ME BEING A COMPLETE AND TOTAL FUCKUP, I MEAN.
KARKAT: BUT MOST OF THE TIME WHEN I'M ACTUALLY AROUND ALL OF YOU IT'S REMARKABLY PLEASANT.
KARKAT: AND I THINK...MOST OF YOU ARE ACTUALLY TRYING TO BE NICE TO ME?
KARKAT: BUT IT'S REALLY AWFUL TO THINK THAT FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE I'VE CHRONICALLY BLOWN EVERYTHING I'VE EVER DONE SO OUT OF PROPORTION THAT...
KARKAT: THAT...UM
KARKAT: UM. I HAD A GOOD ONE BUT I LOST IT.
KARKAT: UH
KARKAT: ...BUT ANYWAY MAYBE PEOPLE ACTUALLY WANT TO GET TO **KNOW** ME AND AREN'T JUST...INVITING ME TO STUFF TO BE POLITE?
KARKAT: FUUUUUCK
KARKAT: FUUUCK WOOOW I'M AN ASSHOLE
Luckily Karkat doesn't look upset or anything. He's still chill. One corner of his mouth sort of twitches upwards, a little bit. Your eyes widen behind your shades. Holy dick.
Karkat: Finish your third drink.