July 19th, 1960:
The skating rink was abuzz with energy as the record music blared freely over the intercoms. Tavros, on this day, was having the time of his life. He expertly spun around the rink and whistled in happiness. Kanaya watched his youthful skating and smiled wistfully. It seemed like only yesterday that he was that child who always cried over every little thing. He finally looked happy, and in essence made her happy.
As she reminisced, Karkat was sitting next to her, drinking a root beer float. His eyes darted around the tables around the rink and he looked antsy. "Where are they?" he muttered underneath his breath. To everyone around him, he seemed to look like a druggie who was looking for a dealer. But, a special bystander knew who he was looking for.
A lanky and serious faced fellow watched Karkat's darting eyes and behavior at the table. Gamzee chewed his hot dog and opened his Faygo can. He sipped it, nodding at the heavenly taste of it. He had been sober for an intermittent amount of time and it put him in a rather "capricious mood." His old friend was itching for a fight, and he could feel it. The thought of fighting the young man, gave him a calm disposition. In his opinion, it was only, "A motherfucking matter of time." All of a sudden, he heard a slapping sound right next to him.
Gamzee shook his head, noticing Eridan had a huge red slap mark on his face. "Cod damned waitress," Eridan cursed, "I mean if you put that much fuckin' silicone in your boobs then you should accept a fuckin' compliment."Eridan's gaze shifted back to the waitress. She was flirting with Equius, who had moved to apologize to her for Eridan's behavior. Eridan's jealousy clearly was reflected on his face as he covered his face with his hands and sunk into the table.
Soon, Equius came back, a lipstick mark on his cheek and a phone number in hand. He wiped the sweat off of his brow and turned to Gamzee. ", what are you examining so intently?"Equius inquired. Gamzee flicked his head to Karkat, who now was getting up. "Ah, I seeā¦" Equius sat down in his seat and woke up a sleeping figure next to him.
"Oh look, motherfucking sleeping beauty is awake." Gamzee sighed. Ro or Roz Lalonde was getting up after 8 hours of a hangover. She blinked sleepily and stretched drunkeningly. She winked at Gamzee and the tall boy glared back in disgust. Lalonde ignored this and grasped her bottle up to take a drink.
"Dahm, 'dish bottle esh umpty, er empty." She said in sadness, making sure to correct her statements. Gamzee drank the last of his Faygo and waited. He should be near us any minute. Gamzee thought to himself, scanning the area. Meanwhile, Karkat(now with Aradia in tow) smelled a very high amount of alcohol emanating not too far from him.
"Fuck, I would know that smell anywhere." Karkat told Aradia. He held his nose and soon found the table. He smiled at the denizens of the table and cracked his knuckles. "Why if it isn't the motherfucking Highbloods." The Highbloods all looked at Karkat, looking ready for a fight. Eridan got up and puffed out his chest.
"Yeah, well what of it, filthy Lowblood." he said with venom on his lips. Karkat looked right into the pompous prick's eye. He could take him; he could take all of them. All he needed was his switchblade.
My first story on this account commences.
