AN: Alterniearth AU (pretty much assume everything will be alterniearth, unless otherwise specified) where Dave and Karkat share an apartment. Dave occasionally DJs at a local club, where John works at the bar.

It's late – or early, more like – when you stumble through the door, trying to be quiet as you toe off your shoes but failing miserably. It occurs to you that you may be slightly tipsy. You bounce off the wall as you try to turn into the hallway and giggle, mentally correcting yourself to drunk. You are drunk.

You begin undressing as you walk down the hall towards your bedroom, dropping your shirt by the bathroom and tripping over your jeans when you leave them, and your socks, by the hall closet. When you finally reach your bedroom door you have to stop for a moment and appreciate the sight of your sleeping boyfriend. The moonlight streaming in through the windows – it helps him sleep, being naturally nocturnal – paints everything in shades of grey, meaning that if it weren't for the horns barely visible over his messy hair then he could easily be mistaken for a human.

You shrug your thoughts off with a soft smile and pad to your bedside table, sliding your shades off and placing them on the surface before you nudge the sleeping troll further towards the middle of the bed so you can slide in behind him. He always sleeps on your side of the bed when you have to work, he claims it helps him sleep 'cause it smells more like you. You lift the covers to slide under and have to suppress a laugh when you see he's wearing a pair of your boxers that are two sizes too big for him.

You slide in and sight softly as the pre-heated blankets settle over you. You wrap your arms around the gently stirring troll and pull him closer to you, nestling your face in his hair. He wakes a little, looking over his shoulder and blinking blearily at you.

"You're home late."

"Egbert made me walk. Said I drank too much."

He looks at you and sniffs a little, pulling a face. "Ugh, you reek of alcohol."

"Sorry babe." You nuzzle your face against his neck, placing a few soft kisses before you find yourself yawning. "Can we get back to the sleeping?"

He yawns too, nodding and tangling your legs together, placing his hands over yours and pulling your arms tighter around him. "You'll regret drinking so much in the morning." You nod sleepily against his neck, already drifting off. "And one day," he pauses to yawn, "one day you'll be the little spoon."

"Nuh-uh." You mumble eloquently, drifting closer and closer to sleep with every passing second.

You hear, and feel him, give a small chuckle before you both fall asleep.

The next morning you wake to a splitting headache, a dry mouth and an empty bed. You stretch an arm out, hand groping blindly until you find the note your troll left for you, like he always did. You open your eyes a little, just enough so you can read the note, and sight pleasantly when you discover that Karkat had closed the blinds for you.

HEY FUCKASS, BET YOU'RE REGRETTING THOSE DRINKS NOW, RIGHT? EGBERT CAME BY. YOUR CAR KEYS ARE ON THE BENCH, YOUR GEAR IN YOUR 'STUDIO'. DON'T DRIVE ANYWHERE, THOUGH. YOU'LL BE HUNGOVER AS ALL HELL, FROM WHAT JOHN TOLD ME YOU DRANK, AND I DON'T WANT TO HAVE TO SCRAPE YOUR SORRY ASS OFF SOME PIECE OF ROAD. I KNOW YOU'LL WANT TO SLEEP MORE, BUT AT LEAST DRINK SOME WATER – I'VE LEFT A GLASS AND SOME PAINKILLERS NEXT TO YOUR SHADES.

You discard the note and look over to your bedside table, finding the two tablets and a tall glass of water. Karkat's so sweet. You down both the tablets, and half the water, sending out a mental thanks to Karkat, wherever he is, before you roll over and go back to sleep.