They both laid on their backs on the floor of Dave's room. Staring up at the ceiling like it was the sky as the only noise that filled the room now was nonrhythmic gasps from both parties. Aradia turned her head to the right to face Dave's putting on a smile that beamed bigger than her afterglow. He didn't know what to make of this whole situation because for one, she was still wearing his sunglasses.

"That's a nice face your making right now Dave." She chimed.

His expression felt almost impossible to hide without his shades so he moved his hand to pluck them from her face. Aradia giggled before subtly sliding her head back to avoid his grasp.

Playfully she remarked, "Noo, not my cool guy wear I'm not awesome without them."

"Come on, that's not me." He replied while still trying to reach for them. Only to see his attempts fail as Aradia kept up her dodges while laughing now.

The irony of this whole thing was starting to make him smile himself.

Dave's POV in the past.

He was sitting in his room making his way up to the absolute limit of the scoreboard on a computer game. Doing it for the sweet satisfaction of turning his high score board into his list of ironic top five three letter words to put into old video games. After about four hundred and twelve tries he knew he would not be denied the irony of his self given glory in the final attempt.

You win! New HIGH SCORE! INPUT NAME!

A S S

It was one of the most ironic things you have done in the afterlife to date. Damn did it feel like it wasn't going to get any better than this. Beholding the sheer majestic sight of a score of 99999999 followed by your number one ironic word to put into old car racing games.

You then heard the door bell ring and backed rolled out of your chair into a pile of clothes. Only to pop out in a fresh new broken record shirt. Taking in the scent of apples that was basically given to you by your sickest of washing detergents. The door bell rings again but this time your plan was to make sure a third never came. After some expert acrobatics you made it to the door in time to see John.

"Oh there you are man!" Before taking a second look at his out of breath friend.

"I know you normally run down stairs as fast as you can but your normally not this winded, did you stay up again?" John quizzed.

"One, we are dead so I don't need sleep and two, your not my dad." Dave replied as he tried to portray a relaxed swagger.

John turned his back to Dave and then swung a white bag over his shoulder before saying, "Well, since your totally not tired Mr. Cool Guy I guess I'll leave with this. What did you call these things again? Bodacious apple juice."

Dave was almost going to have to take his sunglasses off at the sheer thought of John leaving with those drinks, almost. "John it appears to me you have premium tickets to my pad and that I would appreciate ironically enough for you spend those before leaving."

John turned around with a goofy smirk on his face at the response before handing one of the greatest drinks in the universe to Dave.

"One admission please!" he chuckled.

"I love you."

"WHAT?!"

"I love juice." Dave corrected.

The two made their way back up to Dave's room, afterwards John crashed on his messy bed while Dave sat on his computer chair backwards leaning on it with his arms crossed. After taking a good swig of the beverage Dave decided to ask whats been going on.

"So get any boob yet?"

John shot straight up from the bed and turned his head toward him with the expression that was screaming, Dude, fucking really?

"That's the face of a man who hasn't gotten any boob yet." he remarked.

"Shut up like it even matters in the dream bubbles." John snapped.

Dave was smirking at his friend, "My poor deluded friend. Now it matters even more than ever for you."

"Explain please?" He said with a tilted head.

"Well, I was chatting with a loud friend of ours the other night and we got into a interesting topic about a Mr. Egbert."

"Didn't the sky only turn night like last week? How long were you on that gaming binge?" John interjected.

"Not the point. An what we talked about was the no homo flag you raised and how it's pretty much in tatters at this point." Dave replied.

John sat there puzzled on top of Dave's bed before he asked, "How?"

"Well you know how you been avoiding pretty much every doomed version of yourself since you got here?"

"No they didn't."

"Yes they did." Dave smiled.

"John Egbert in other timelines I have seen you dating not just Karkat, but my Bro, Sollux, Eridan, me, and I have a picture of you kissing a clown with a cod piece." Dave then tossed the picture in front of him like it was hard evidence.

John's response was letting his grip slip from his bottle, causing it's contents to spill over a good portion Dave's bed. Making Dave mirror his friend's earlier facial expression of, Dude, fucking really?

"Your fucking cleaning that." As he was trying to remain calm at the sheer amount of sacrilege he had just witness. The juice should have always been taken care of, if only you could go back in time to stop this tragedy in the first place. Too bad your not god tier though your pretty sure that it wouldn't help erasing this memory from your mind.

John was still shell shocked by this new development and it was about time he said something. "Da fuck?!" Ah, there he goes.

"The fuck, the fuck, the flying fuck!?" he was yelling louder and louder.

"Easy there man. Your loosing your cool, was the picture too much?" Dave asked.

John was glaring daggers at him now but at least he gave a quiet nod. Dave decided to pick the picture back up and rip it in two to appease his friend. Luckily that seemed to help but John still looked pissed. Time to change the subject subtly.

"So Rose and Kanaya are throwing a costume party in the next couple of days, wanna go?" he asked.

John grumbled as he fished out a small grey tablet out of his pocket. Then when he found the message he gave another nod before saying, "Ya I got a invite along with a picture of the character I should dress up as for the party."

"Cool, what did you get?"

"A picture of Bill Murray so I guess I'm going as a ghost buster?" John said as he looked over the picture again.

Dave tilted his head a bit before saying, "Is it a picture of just the actor? Cause if he isn't in costume you could go as him from Space Jam."

"Your right but I like ghost busters more. So who did you get?"

"I got a picture of Charlie Sheen from Hot Shots." He finished saying before he drank the last of his bottle's juice. "I'm not going as him though, it's not ironic enough."

"I'm pretty sure Rose guessed you wouldn't but what do you have in mind for a replacement?"

Dave smiled deviously before saying, "You'll find out when we go together."

"Come on save the mystery for later I really wanna know!" John begged.

"Nope."

Dave tossed the empty bottle into his trash bin across the room making the shot as John remarked about it being a three pointer. "I've been wondering, have you been hanging out with someone else while I was doing the impossible this week?"

John hesitated before saying, "Uuuh-yaaaa. It was Terezi."

"Wait, is the whole dream bubble on fire right now? John did you work some new fangled up ass hat magic trick and make my house the only thing in the after life not a pile of burning crap right now?" he stated.

"Ha. ha. Very funny Dave."

Dave got up from his chair and walked toward the window looking outside to see the ever changing landscape not set into a inferno. "Damn it John I was expecting a bonfire at least."

"The idiot isn't that bad." he said as he rolled his eyes at Dave.

"Oh no it's worse than I fucking thought, your defending her now. John, John have I already died? Is this a second dream bubble after the first one exploded as the natural order imploded on it's self?" The smile on his face was only growing.

"Pfft-Okay that one got me." John chuckled.

Suddenly a idea hit Dave harder than a avalanche puppets, giving him inspiration for his next ironic move. "John I just heard the fucking voice of Morgan gad damn Freeman."

Mused by this he replied, "So what did God say this time?"

"One penguins are the shit and two I will be your wing man to help you seal the deal with TZ."

John looked petrified, "No no no no no no no no."

"Fuck yes! For tonight we plan for battle!" Dave announced before pushing his shades closer to his temple causing them to shine like a pair of polished wine bottles.

Author's Commentary: I have decided to change how I implement my commentary though I know nobody cares about such a small change in style. I will be mentioning I will be working on the next chapter for a while. Aiming to complete this story before the next Highblood Roots chapter.