you shove your hand in the dirty fedora, twitching your fingers around- grabbing the first thing that you could get your hands around. you pull it out and look at it. it was... some kind of black vinyl shard. oh wait! you recognize the scratchy pattern. it's a piece of a broken CD! theres only one person who this could belong too...
"Dave is yo turn!" Roxy slurred.
Dave grinned and sat up, clicking his shades in place. "alright."
Roxy claps once and walks over to the closet. "in you go!"
You walk in sheepishly, Dave coming after you.
"Have fuuun~" Roxy sings as she closes the door.
you both sit down. you cough slightly in the dusty closet, and you're not really sure what to say, so you just sit there- hoping Dave breaks the silence.
you always thought of him as confident and rather cocky, but right now you could feel waves of nervousness wafting off him. you couldn't help but smile at that thought.
"so what do you think of this party?" he says.
"I only just arrived so I don't really know. as much as the whole seven minutes in heaven thing is sappy, it... kind of has a strange appeal. like, I like playing it." you say. god, no need to get sentimental (y/n)!
"that seems like something you would say." he smiles.
you smile.
"hey, you should take off those shades! you won't be able to see anything in this lighting." you say.
"n-no, it's fine. I like having them on." he says.
you put on a devilish grin (that he would have been able to see if he wasn't wearing those things). you slowly move close to him- and take the glasses off.
"h-hey!" he says, grabbing for them.
you raise your arm backwards, holding them out of the way. he launches forward to get them, but only manages to tackle you to the floor. your back was now pressed against the floor, Dave right on top of you (propped up with his right arm). he could grab the glasses right now; they had fallen out of your hands. but you both just stare into each others eyes. you are afraid to blink, afraid of looking away from his gorgeous red eyes. he leans forward and presses his lips to yours. you grab his back, causing his arm to collapse underneath from him. Dave fucking Strider was on top of you right now. just the thought of it made you moan into his lips. you raise your leg slightly, rubbing against his side. you hear a loud knocking at the door and you jerk slightly, signalling Dave to stop so they don't walk in on you. he doesn't.
the closet door swings open.
"times uuup!" Roxy sings. "OMG!" she says, looking at the two of you sprawled on the floor.
Dave lifts his head and puts his shades back on. he gets up like nothing happened, and walks out of the closet. he looks back at you, and you can see him wink under his sunglasses.
here you are, sitting on the closet floor, your cheeks as red as blood and your head filled with thoughts of the blonde boy- your mouth filled with remnants of his saliva.