Karkat hides his face as he gobbles up his breakfast. He wears a large sweater that screams "I have no knowledge of what weather is or what seasons mean"and a massive green trucker hat that he prays will keep anyone who would recognize him from recognizing him. But John would recognize his tiny, grumpy form anywhere. Especially in a truck stop, eating and glaring at coco-puffs. The bright-eyed boy giggles as he scoots a seat closer to Karkat, trying to be inconspicious. The grumpy little man grumbles to himself oblivious to the scooting buck-toothed boy inching his way closer.
"Karkat, what are you doing here in such a goofy outfit?" the happy boy asks wrapping his arms around Karkat's small frame.
"Fuck!" he yells jumping a full inch off his seat spilling a little of his coco-puffs on the counter. "What the every loving fucktarts are you doing here?"
John giggles and shrugs. "We came to see the race. How about you?" he asks letting going of the other.
Karkat looks at John with a look of confusion and relief. "You too...?" he inquires softly, fixing his hat to cover his eyes.
"Yeah!" John laughs before realizing what the "too" in Karkat's last question meant. "Oh! You're going too! You should sit with us!" A frown continues to splay on the angry mutants face. He is extremely embarrassed first of all that he even is at this stupid race and second of all that he actually really enjoys the ever-turning lefts of NASCAR. But still he shrugs not wanting to miss a moment with the John Egbert. He lays down a few singles and a five to cover his tab and his tip before leaving with John. In a few steps, or clumsy shuffles (since John is still holding onto Karkat's arm), they arrive at a booth holding empty plates, mugs and the ever sly Dave Strider.
"Look who I found!" John practically shouts sliding in with Dave. Karkat angrily sits across from them a scowl plastered on his face.
"Sup KK," Dave says with a smirk. Karkat tries not to get too angry at Dave's smirks. He understands that just like how he never grew taller than a middle schooler Dave never grew a big enough heart to smile correctly.
"Hi Dave," Karkat attempts to not spit out at the cooler kid. "I see Sollux has rubbed off on you."
Dave chuckles lightly, nodding. "He's a cool guy." Karkat nods still scowling. It isn't that he has anything against the youngest Strider he just can't stand his smug, little, nook-sucking face. The fact that he currently has sweet, little Egbert wrapped around his douche-bag pinky finger isn't a factor in why he hates Dave though. Although when he glances at the two, they're whispering little secrets to each other or ,most likely, planning the itinerary of the next few hours now that a third person had shown up, he can't help but fuel with an unknown anger that he only feels around the blonde idiot and when he can't find his library card. Okay, maybe John's undying love for the insufferable prick has something to do with all the hate after all.
"Guys we're gonna be late!" John gasps looking up from his not as smart as Karkat phone. The trio stands from the booth as Dave pulls a wad of ones from his wallet to lay beside the check. Karkat can't help but wonder where Dave got the massive amounts of ones but he can only hope he is some sort of two-dollar stripper and John will figure out and hate his guts.
They all pile in Dave's tiny car despite Karkat's empty protests. The care ride would have been silent if it wasn't for Dave's terrible beats he insisted on listening to. Karkat groans, nearly inaudible thanks to the speakers, as he pressed his forehead against the hot glass of his car.
The parking lot is full of terribly dressed rednecks who still believe the mullet was still in. Karkat almost literally jumps from the car once Dave reaches back and pushes the seat forwards. "Why can't you just have a fucking four door car?" Karkat hisses looking at Dave.
The lines are long and the heat is miserable. They finally arrive at the creepy metal seats that face the asphalt.
"I hope Gordon wins!" John exclaims the excitement dripping from every word. Dave nods in agreement and Karkat can't help but shrug. He wants Gordon to win. The three laugh and joke and talk, well Karkat talks and insults, until the last couple laps of the race. Even Karkat joins the excited jumping as Gordon sneaks into first. The party walks out the track grins on all three faces. Dave announces he has to take a piss and leaves the two together. John spews about how wonderful the race was as Karkat nods excitedly.
Dave comes back moments later a large smirk on his face. "Ladies, I found us a kegger."