If you haven't checked out my profile, basically, I've got this whole thing written already. I just wanna space out the updates and junk :P

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It's not long before Gamzee goes off on his own and leaves Karkat. He gives a small wave to the tall troll and his friend waves back before going off with Tavros. Karkat is content to just sip a fruity drink and people-watch from the sofa. It's maybe an hour before his sanctuary is discovered, though, and the awakening is not necessarily pleasant.

"Kar-kat!" Terezi sings in a raspy voice. With her is Vriska, and though the blue-blood troll appears to be thoroughly inebriated, she still maintains that steely look in her good eye. Karkat looks up, having been previously occupied in examining a couple who were mixing at least two dozen different drinks into a single cup.

"The fuck do you want, 'Rezi?" he grumbles. His buzz wore off a little bit ago, and he hadn't bothered to refill his cup since then. Fortunately though, Terezi has it covered. After a deep inhale, a look of shock passes through her and she reacts instantly to fill his poor empty Solo cup. Though she has Vriska hanging off of her, arms draped over her neck and a half-full cup in her hand, Terezi still manages. Sloppily, she pours some of her red mystery liquid into his cup and puts her own up to her lips.

"Cheers!" she shouts, and a few other people nearby hear and join in. Vriska cackles and licks the red off of Terezi's face after they've drank. Karkat, however, just takes a sip and decides it's too sweet. He makes a face and it's picked up on by Vriska.

"Awh, no need to be pouty, Karkles!" She tries to shoosh-pap him but is too slow in her drunken stupor, and he easily pushes her away. She overreacts, pulling Terezi backwards and spilling most of their drink. "Karkat!" she gasps. "How dare…how…" Terezi smiles and pulls Vriska's face back towards her.

"Don't mind that grumpy goose, Vriskers! We can still have fun," and the way she waggles her eyebrows at the taller female troll makes Karkat feel sick. The pair is nuzzling close together now and Karkat decides it's time to either walk back home or find someone worth talking to. He moves away from the couple when Terezi reaches out to put a clawed hand on his shoulder. "Just don't miss the Game at midnight, n'kay?" Then she goes back to giggling with Vriska.

Karkat is confused. What "Game"? But he shakes his head and sets down the crappy drink on the floor. Maybe somebody lucky will kick it over and ruin their shoes or some shit. Anything to piss off an unsuspecting person.

Making his way through the throngs of people, he seeks to escape the volume and the lights. He climbs the stairs of the Lalonde household, thinking maybe he can find Rose or her kooky girlfriend, Kanaya. At the top of the stairs, he pauses and sees exactly who he was looking for. Good news? Not exactly. The pair of girls, hair tousled and clothing stretched out, stumble out of a room holding on to each other. He backs up against the hallway to let them through and Rose hiccups and sends him a wave. Kanaya pokes him on her way to assisting the blonde down the stairs. "Game at midnight, Karkat," she calls as she successfully prevents Rose from taking a tumble on the way down. Which admittedly would have been ironic as hell in a certain somebody's book.

Speaking of…

The young troll clenches his eyes shut. He would take a horde of slimy Vriska's, drunk Terezi's, and horny Rose-and-Kanaya's before he even thought about that certain somebody. No fuckin' way, no fuckin' how.

Welp, looks like even the most level-headed of his friends are in a partying mood, which means that Karkat is again on his own. Knowing the general layout of the large house, he makes his way down the hall and turns a corner, opening what appears to be a glass-paned, closet door. However, behind the door is not the usual stack of linen and towels (which would be gone anyways; used up by a different somebody) but an open balcony.

He steps outside. It's a humid summer night, but there's a breeze that could easily cool through a t-shirt. Fortunately for him, he wore a black, zip-up hoodie, and the wind doesn't stand a chance. He leans on the railing and looks up at the stars, in awe at how they can still shine with all this light and chaos happening below. It's a wonderful, peaceful night.

It's a shame it couldn't have stayed that way.