Dave Strider. The most incompetent fool on the planet. Karkat had first thought that, but that seemed to be because he didn't see Daves true purpose at the first few multiple glances. Dave Strider looked like a hopeless future-dropout druggie. A premium; limited edition space case. But he sold drugs. Lots of 'em. Psychedelics, Narcotics, all the good stuff.

Karkat was shuffling down the hall on his way to Daves locker. Of course only for drugs, why the fuck else would he bother with the complete and utter loser? When he saw him though, he just leaned against the locker and gave him a naturally bitch-faced stare. Karkat always seemed to be so angry.

Dave was dressed casually. He had on a baggy band t-shirt and black skinny jeans and his ratty old converses. Red. He had those shitty aviators on his face that covered his eyes, leaving that shitty little face devoid of expression. Dave had piercings lining his ears along with his tragus and some snake bites. He was an idiot for the snake bites considering he had braces. He was also an idiot for doing drugs with braces. He had his red and black striped beanie on over that platinum blomd hair. What a damn douche. He seemed pretty lanky and was pretty tall, but had a slight bit of muscle tone.

As he was fishing around his backpack for what he needed to put away, that smooth voice of his fell past his lips, "Hey, dude." His voice was best described as vile but lovely. Like that baking chocolate prank. Disguised with a golden package but ending with a bitter sweet taste staining your taste buds for what feels like an eternity.

Karkat was beginning to doubt himself, pretending the locker he was leaning on was his own as he ran his fingers along the vents opening, "Ugh. What?"

"Hey. Don't sass you came up to me. That's Captors locker, not yours, . What do you want, you came to me first. You literally never talk to me. Unless it's the occasional fuck off in the hallways when I'm in your general vicinity." He looks at hism flipping his hair out of his face in the process.

Karkat rolls his eyes, tucking his hands away into his pockets and avoiding all contact with Daves eyes, "Alright. You caught me, I heard you were into the whole... drug thing. Is that true?"

"Yes," Daves voice instantly seems to have a pitch of boredom as he turns and goes back to tucking his algebra textbook and journal back into the locker, "What of it?"

He rolls his eyes again and sighs, muttering something about his disbelief in the fact he is doing what he's doing, "... Okay. Before I say anything I want you to know that I think this is extremely stupid and that you're probably going to ruin your pathetic life by doing this but also I uh.. I'm.. sortoflookingtobuy?" his words all ran together into one. Dave clearly understood it though as his brows perk up in interest and he looks at him, so Karkat is quick to state his argument, "Exams are coming up and I'm more than a little fucking stressed."

Dave stared for a second before that mouth of his broke out in a venomous half-smirk, "Is THE Karkat Vantas, son of THE town church pastor and brother of THE Kankri Vantas, the biggest whore of a celibate person, asking ME for drugs?" he laughs, "This is comical." he pretends to catch his breath as he wipes a fake tear from the corner of his eye, "Yeah, alright."

Karkat groans, glaring at Strider and fixing the book bag hanging off his shoulder, getting just about ready to leave, "You know what? Forget it. I should have gone to Gamzee in the first place, anyways."

Dave grins again, "Makara won't give you shit and you know it. He may be stupid but not stupid enough to be caught dead supplying a pastors kid with drugs. Only me, babe. What do you even want? Drug wise. Lsd, shrooms, weed, Ecstasy, xanax, what?"

Karkat was a little surprised, "You're kidding, right?" he looks around to make sure no one was lsitening before looking back at Dave, "I just..." he takes a dee breath, "I need something to help me relax a bit? I don't know anything about drugs. I just know you sell 'em. I've never done the shit in my life."

Dave hums in thought for a moment before speaking, "Well if you want to relax I suggest a mellow type of weed. I know what to set you up with, it's weak but it's mellow and enough to get a virgin high. After a while you'll want something stronger if you keep at it but for now you'll be good," he scrawls something in his history notebook after pulling it off the locker shelf, handing it to him, "Meet me there after school around 5 and I'll set you up. Bring 20 bucks." and with that and a history text book the locker door clanged shut and Dave was off to class.

Karkat stared at the piece of paper in his hand before sighing and turning, heading off to his next class.