"KK! KK!" Sollux cried. He had to know who that guy was. He sprinted to where Karkat was greeting the guy.

"You made it. I was hoping your miserable ass had crawled into a hole and died," Karkat said to the guy. Sollux was staring at Karkat, eyes wide with alarm. Karkat was using a much lighter and friendlier tone than usual. Who the fuck was this guy, and how did he make Karkat nice?

He turned to face the other guy. The guy looked somewhat familiar. His well-defined jawline, the sharp nose, and plump lips. It was all too familiar. Sollux knew that face. He knew it well. He didn't know the name of the guy who the face belonged to, though. He noticed that Karkat and Hipster Douche- that was the nickname that Sollux temporarily assigned him- had saw that Sollux was observing Hipster Douche.

"Can your liquified brain remember this lame bag of cats?" Karkat asked. Was he asking Hipster Douche or Sollux? Hipster Douche looked surprised for a second, until his expression twisted into a look of disgust. Did he know Sollux?

"Sollux fucking Captor," Hipster Douche snarled. That voice! It brought up fifty-thousand different memories from high school for Sollux. Most of them were unpleasant. Sollux remembered being bloodied and bruised with two black eyes. He remembered his favorite pair of glasses being shattered. He remembered being pushed down the stairs. But he also remembered getting between two best friends. He remembered breaking some Harry Potter memorabilia. He remembered flushing homework down a toilet. He remembered Eridan Ampora.

"Eridan," Sollux replied.

He swallowed a lump in his throat. Eridan looked much more intimidating than he did in high school. He was taller than Sollux, and Sollux was six foot two. Underneath his violet button up, Sollux could see the outline of muscles. Puberty was quite nice to Eridan. Back in high school, Eridan was a science nerd and a Potterhead. He ran the Harry Potter fan club at school, was the science teacher's biggest pet, and was about 5'6". Everyday, he wore a scarf- no matter the weather, and most of them were Harry Potter themed-, ridiculously uncoordinated clothing, and thick, round glasses. He still had glasses but these complemented his facial structure, was nicely dressed, and he seemed to have ditched the scarves.

Sollux stopped slouching, raised his chin, and put on a smirk. "It's nice to see that you've gone from nerd to hipster. I'm guessing that you'll be retaining your loser image for the rest of your life?"

"I'm guessing that you can still get beat up by losers?" Eridan shot back. Sollux just glared at Eridan and he glared back.

"GO HAVE HOT, ANGRY SEX IN A ROOM, YOU TWO. JUST NOT MINE, PREFERABLY GAMZEE'S. YOUR PENT UP DESIRE TO BONE EACH OTHER IS SUFFOCATING ME." Karkat broke the unofficial staring match that the other two were having. Sollux and Eridan both muttered under their breaths and scampered away from each other.

Sollux was distressed, he didn't expect Hipster Douche to be someone he knew. But what was Eridan doing with a romantic novel? Was he into that stuff? How lame. Sollux went into the kitchen and found what he needed. Alcohol. Lots of it. Sollux headed straight for the Everclear. He wanted to get drunk, fast. He didn't want to be sober when his high school cru-, no, enemy, was in his house. By the fourth shot, Sollux was already starting to feel buzzed. His lanky body didn't handle alcohol well. Sollux grabbed a can of beer and went into the living room where most of the people were. He took a swig with each clumpy step.

Sollux was swaying as he walked and his vision was getting blurry. People around him were sucking each others faces and grinding to the music. Sollux, inspired by the alcohol and his peers, grabbed the nearest guy's face and smashed his lips onto theirs. The other guy didn't seem to mind, and the two melted into an animalistic, sloppy make out. Hormones and alcohol were acting up in both of them. Sollux grinded into the man, who didn't seem to mind. In fact, he too moved his hips in sync with Sollux. The other guy pulled away from Sollux to take a breath. His eyes widened in shock.

"Wwhat the fuck, Sol!" shouted the guy.

Sol? How dare he use a nickname for Sollux, he didn't even know him! Wait, he did know him if the guy used a nickname. Who was he? Sollux was having a hard time placing a name to the face through the alcohol induced blur. But after a moment, the guy didn't seem to care about anything anymore, and the two engaged in a messy make out again. Sollux was frustrated and desperate for more contact. Not breaking apart from the kiss, he dragged the other guy up the stairs. Through his muddled thoughts, he hoped that nobody decided to use his room as a place to fuck. He shoved the guy into his door and simultaneously twisted his doorknob, swinging his door wide open. How he managed to do that was a mystery. Thankfully, there was no one in there. The other guy pushed Sollux onto the bed and the two continued to passionately kiss.

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Sollux woke up with a terrible pounding in his head and his entire body ached. He couldn't remember a thing or where he was. After squinting and seeing his horrendously messy desk, he realized he was in his own room. Sollux patted around his nightstand for his glasses. When he put them on, he realized something was wrong. These prescriptions weren't his; they were way too strong. Sollux took them off and looked to his side. He saw a muscled back covered in freckles, bruises, and claw marks? Sollux scrambled to find his own glasses, and put them on. When he looked on the floor, he saw clothing, not just his, scattered haphazardly. He spotted his boxers on the floor next to a pair of briefs and realized he was buck naked. He quickly snatched them off the ground and put them on.

Sollux looked to the guy by his side was there a guy in his bed, and who was he? He was still turned facing the other side so Sollux couldn't see the guy's face. Sollux slightly lifted the sheets and saw that the other guy was completely naked as well. Sollux carefully tapped his shoulders. The man stretched once and turned around sleepily. He slightly opened his eyes, shut them again, and then opened them widely. Sollux's eyes went to the purple streak in the guy's hair. He let out a piercing shriek as he realized one thing. He woke up naked in bed with Eridan Ampora.