After school Dave could be found sitting on the rotting porch step of a long since vacant neighborhood. He took in a deep breath through the filter of the cigarette between his lips, the smoke filling his lungs like a blissful fog, fueling his masochistic binge with a sweet burn. He also looks like a motherfucking dragon when he sighs it back out a few moments later, but that's besides the point. His eyes are rather void as his mind jumps to and fro leaving his eyes but a dirty window to gaze through without really seeing what is on the other side.
Karkat was on his way and froze in his steps at the sight of Dave, like whatever force had pulled him to make such a daring request of Dave suddenly left him. He second guesses himself, turning on his heels a total of twice before going through with it. One deep breath and a few yards of walking he's standing in front of the cancer patient of 2020, "...Jesus Fuck..."
Dave snaps from his little trance and without a second thought- almost mechanically- he tosses the baggie with a couple bowls worth of pot in it. Karkat caught the bag clumsily, but caught it nonetheless. Dave takes another drag from the cigarette, relishing in the attractive searing of his throat and lungs, "If you need a pipe I suggest you cough up another 30 or hope you pass for 18 at the gas station down the road." which he won't, Karkat barely passes for the age he actually is, "Also, beware, choir boy, you should know better than to use our lord Jesus Christs name in vain" he scoffs, standing.
Karkat crumbles before locating a sum of crumpled bills that add up to $50, "This better be worth it, Cocklicker. Oh, and Jesus can suck my dick. I go to church and he grants me the displeasure of ever having to associate with you. Load of bullshit."
Dave jumps back to the 'Cocklicker' nickname, "I'd rather be a cocklicker than a catholic." he reaches into his pocket and holds out a marble pipe to Karkat, not tossing that one considering it was breakable.
"Trust me, so would I." he mutters nearly silently under his breath, swiping it from Daves tainted little fingers and stuffing the baggie and the pipe into his own pockets after his eyes had locked on them for a moment, "How the everloving fuck am I supposed to keep this shit from my dad?"
Dave stands with an inhale before pushing all that smoke out of his lungs right into Karkats face, pulling a coughing fit from the shorter, "Have fun surfing the pews, choir boy." he slips passed him and starts walking home. He never answered Karkats question.
His brother goes to church ironically while Dave just sells drugs in the back during service. Parents are too distracted with meaningless hymns sung to an over glorified OC from a prejudice fanfiction set in a magical au to notice their children slip off to 'the bathroom' only to come back with thicker pockets and no more allowance.
Karkat glared after him, "Have fun sucking on that cancer-stick you shit faced dong mangler!"
Dave just flicks him off, "I'll be too busy sucking your best friends dick"
Karkat yells out so Dave could still hear him through the distance, "I'm gonna shove this pipe up your ass if you don't shut that gaping hole in your face you like to call a mouth!" He waves the pipe at Daves retreating figure, Dave only laughing as he turns the corner. Karkat sighs and sits on the mildewy porch, slouching over.
Dave, however, went to another party to drown his problems in a red solo cup and smother away the burning ache in his head like the ends of the cigarettes he burns out on table tops or, once or twice to make sure he was still there and he could feel things and he was real- he was sentient- himself. The second burn wasn't enough, so he tried to feel something by sleeping with three different people and dropping a tab of LSD.