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Fuck it 4

Roxy is tipsy, hell she can't even walk straight anymore.

But no matter what people say it isn't true, she isn't brain-dead, she isn't stupid, she isn't a whore, the alcohol haven't killed all her brain cells.

She just wants to forget things sometimes.

So even tough she is drunk she knows that there is something wrong with the dog, or Bec actually. See she remembered that!

The dog is running and spinning in small circles, and Roxy gets the idea that it wants her to follow. And because she has nothing better to do than maybe slam another martini, she follows it out from Jade's baby blue apartment. Leaving the bitter girl behind. What happened between Dirk and Jake, neither of them has answered on the chat or their phones.

Jade assumes the worst -that they have gotten together which Roxy thinks is fine- and Roxy don't know what she is thinking. Maybe that she actually wanted that martini, with a cute little olive. Those green ones, the black ones taste like shit.

Bec is first running towards Jake's apartment, and she thinks that maybe Jake have learned the dog fetch. That would be so cool; the dog could like carry secret messages between them.

But then the dog takes of the left and runs over the small bridge in the park. She is falling behind; Bec waits for her on the other side and then runs down for the slope. Something is standing just there, over a lifeless body. Is it a murder? That would be so cool and so creepy.

Should she do something, probably?

She sets down the empty glass -that should be filled to the brim with martini, but nooo. No martini for her- and lets out her best battle cry, which is necessary when you are dealing with a potential murderer. You need to scare them before you attack.

The -potential- murderer is tackled in the side, and is flopping around screaming. Well, that sounded awfully girly. But never the less, girls can kill to! Just look at Roxy's mom. (Okay the woman never did kill someone, but have you seen her angry?)

Finally she gets better hold of the other's mid section and she turns them around face-to-face… two things happen. First she thinks that what if the killer has a weapon, was this a really good idea.

Second, she really wants to kiss that face.

It's green, but so cute with big eyes and long lashes and the cutest cheeks! She needs to kiss that face! And pinch those cheeks like grandparents do.

She's going to do it. She is going to kiss this person.

We're making this happen.

"I'm so sorry, where am I. Shit I hit my head!"

The dead person is totally ruining her movie kiss.

…

"How are we going to take us there?"

"How would I know, of course that fucking moron need to live in the middle of no where!"

"Well we could… you know, ask your brother," Jake blurts out.

"No."

Karkat makes a weird face, and Dirk just stares mortified at his friend. Under no circumstances is he ever, everasking his brother for help, ever.

"We need to do something," Jake scoffs.

"Lets steal his car."

"You rather steal your brother's car than ask for his help."

That question doesn't have to be answered, because yes, yes he rather steal his brother's car than ask that sarcastic smuppet butt anything. Jake is one year older than him, he knows how to drive, Dirk just have to steal the car.

"I will be back in a moment."

"Of course he needs to live on a fucking hoof-beast farm," Karkat is still mumbling for himself.

Dave isn't home yet, probably still in the studio or something like that. But the car keys are on the windowsill, just need to pick them up and then leave.

He better check everything is okay first, you never know when Dave suddenly pops up. And when he does, he usually breaks something or kills something, the reason why Dirk grew up with smuppets and not pets.

Everything that can burn is turned off; Dirk stuff is in his room. (Who knows when the fuck he will get home). But he shows his computer, mobile and wallet into a backpack, sending a text to Jake to do the same.

They need to buy clothes for the two stars too; the snow is only piling up. But he doesn't know how cold space is, either way he don't want to be accused for mistreatment, causing an alien invasion or some shit like that.

When he finally leaves the apartment it's already time for lunch, he throws the bag into the car and start the car. It can't be that hard, right? He saw both Rose and Dave drive, and Jake to on one occasion.

The car makes a rigid start and then with a load roar stops, right the handbrake. It's a short but bumpy ride to the spot where he left the others. Gamzee is sitting in the snow staring at the sky again, and Karkat is screaming to himself? Wow, well isn't that a little over the top?

"Hey you two, get in… do you know how to open the door?"

"Yes, fucking shit how stupid do you think we are?"

Gamzee…

"Don't answer that."

…

Roxy looks at the not so dead person on the ground who is blabbering to himself, the kid should wear a helmet or something.

Maybe she should think about the fact that she is still considering kissing a green lady, and that the kid has four set of horns on his head. Nah, she rather let this weird drunk dream continue.

"Oh god, it's you!"

The kid scramble up and shies away from the green lady, and falls on his butt. Yeah he really needs a helmet, a really cool one with those 3D glasses and all.

"Wait! Mituna, calm down, I'm not here to hurt you!"

"But your brother, and father and oh god, oh my god this is bad this is really bad."

"Hey, what the hell is even happening here?" Roxy finally slurs.

A/N: I was planning on this chapter being longer, but then nope fuck this shit. My school forced everyone to run four kilometres then to make everything better our class orienteered the rest of the day. And my condition sucks. Sorry for al the grammar faults or spell wrongs (fuck I don't even know what it's called anymore, I'm going to sleep and my English teacher is going to kill me).