Both of the freshmen were making their way through the little streets, taking turns on every corner it seemed until they reached and old looking apartment complex that was just outside the edge of their campus.
Other people rode their new fancy cars to the place mostly just to show off, while others took the bus purely for their stand on saving the environment. But if you broke it down it was just another form of showing off their god damn pretentiousness because it was only a ten minute walk.
"Remind me again, what is the fucking point of waltzing over there almost an hour late?" Karkat complained for what was the hundredth time already and Dave swore every time he sounded even more sarcastic.
"Because we're cool like that. Well I am, but I'm letting you tag along with me. You're welcome." Karkat let out an angry 'hmph' sound
"I fail to see any 'coolness' in missing out on half of the fun."
"You're getting it all wrong. By now they've all warmed up and are about to start doing stupid shit or being embarrassingly honest. We're gonna be just in time." Dave took out his phone once again to check on the address as they were looking for the right building.
"Is that why you told Terezi and the others to get there earlier?" Karkat asked stopping in his tracks.
"Hey this must be it." The blond said looking up at the four storey apartment building with the number 38 on it. As Dave expected there were a bunch of shiny Volvos and a few sporty looking mustangs parked out front. Dave lifted his head and saw the upper balcony occupied with a few of his group mates and other people he had been seeing on campus having a smoke and laughing a bit too loudly. He smirked slightly. They were right on time.
They made their way upstairs wordlessly. Dave was feeling pretty confident about all this given the peaceful week he's had and the deal he made with Roxy. Not that his ego needed any more boosting.
The door was instantly swung open and the first thing that met them was the blaring, loud music, drowning out Kanaya's excited greeting while she was trying to balance herself as to not spill her drink. Dave waved a feeble hello and stepped into the narrow hallway sweeping over the place with his shade covered eyes.
The first impression he got was that it was a cramped, but cozy place. The warm golden lighting was complimenting the wooden furniture and soft color walls quite nicely. There was a large opening at the left of the hallway. Dave took a few steps to get a proper look and it turned out this wasn't such a cramped place after all. The gap opened up to a large living room where all of the commotion and partying was happening. There were almost twenty people in that room but there still seemed quite enough space for them to move around or dance.
On his right was a door that was slightly ajar revealing a regular sized kitchen where he could see more of the same wooden furniture and a group of people hanging out. Dave recognized Aradia and gave her a silent 'sup nod while she waved back to him smiling friendly. Right in front of him was another door that probably led to a small bathroom or closet. A bit further on in the living room Dave spotted another hallway that lead to a few bedrooms.
What the hell, how did Gamzee manage to get a place like this and why were there only two people living here? He could easily accommodate the entire cast of Friends in here and still have a spare guest room probably.
Dave looked back at Karkat who was still standing in the doorway. Kanaya was rambling drunkenly about something, while the freshman stared at her incredulously at the range of emotions coming from of her mouth, body and facial expressions.
"Kan, where the hell did you wander off? Who is at the door?" Terezi stepped into hallway effortlessly, her cane was tucked under her arm. She stopped in her tracks and sniffed the air slightly.
"Hey, Dave!" she exclaimed turning to him. Since her eyes were covered behind her shades just like Dave's it seemed like she was staring right at him, even though that was impossible. "I thought you weren't coming at all! We were supposed to meet here early, remember?" she confronted him, but nonetheless she was excited about his presence there. She wasn't as happily intoxicated as Kanaya, but Dave could smell the few fruity cocktails with a strong kick coming off from her.
"Something came up." Dave shrugged casually leaning near her so she'd hear him. The blind girl dropped the subject because she sensed another presence in the room.
"Karkat!" she exclaimed loudly "I thought I smelled a cutie in the room." a roguish, playful smile was playing on her lips before she came closer and embraced him. Karkat bit down on his lip trying to stop the instinctive insulting retorts escaping his mouth.
"Hey Kanaya, would you show me around the place a bit? I don't wanna end up taking a piss in an urn and then have Makara's family's stinky ghost haunting my dick." Dave said leading her out of the room while she giggled at his words. The blond turned briefly to his friend who was unsurely hugging Terezi back with a confused look on his face that was silently screaming 'what is happening?' Dave gave him a thumbs up, smirking ever so slightly before following Kanaya to the large living room.
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Kanaya got distracted and drifted off to chat with her other friends just after showing Dave the living room. It was a good thing she studied literature and not tourism. But he didn't mind. He didn't really need that tour per say anyway. Dave tapped his foot along the beat of the song and texted Roxy 'plan make me famous is on, where r u?'
Meanwhile he went to the kitchen where he was surprised and pleased to find that the music wasn't as loud there and people could properly talk. That was probably why there were at least ten people crammed up in the tiny place.
He went up to Aradia to chat a bit to pass the time until Roxy showed up. She was cute and at the top of his class, and Dave would've probably had a thing for her if it weren't for the fact that she was so god damn shady and mysterious, besides it seemed that Sollux was interested in her and Dave wasn't going to be a cockblock.
After a while though, he dragged his feet back to the living room looking over it. Dave kept checking his phone every few minutes in case he didn't feel it vibrating and Roxy finally responded to him. She was nowhere to be seen and Dave was getting nervous, he was relying on Roxy to carry out the plan so much he didn't even form a backup plan. No, he was too cool to freak out over something like this. Fuck it, he would just have to handle it on his own. But even then he didn't have a clue which people he should befriend and how to go about it.
"Dave, you made it here." The blond felt an arm snake around his shoulders. He sighed. Dave really didn't have time to deal with him as well. Reluctantly he turned his head and met eyes with the host of the party, who was leaning a bit on him and smiling. Gamzee's eyes were steadily fixed on Dave, he didn't reek of alcohol or any kind of smokes. Hell, even his hair looked like it had been washed recently.
"Wouldn't have missed it for the world." he answered calmly, looking around the living room.
"Are you waiting for someone?" he asked following his gaze.
"Yeah, do you know if Roxy is here?"
"I haven't seen her around, looks like your date stood you up." Gamzee was trying to sound sincere and apologetic, but his smile was saying otherwise. This was why Dave hoped that he didn't have to interact with him much throughout the night. It would be a shame to ruin all that peace with him that he worked so hard to achieve. And he wasn't going to let that happen. But there was a mischievous and slightly provocative twinkle in Gamzee's sober eyes, the kind he used to have when he was teasing him, and something at the back of Dave's mind stirred restlessly.
"She's my cousin dude, ew." Dave replied a bit disgusted. He felt the hand on him grip his shoulder more firmly and he involuntarily tensed up.
"Ah, of course, I should have known you are a family man." he nodded to himself. "Where's your drink?" he asked gesturing to Dave's empty hands. He shrugged, sort of hoping that the gesture would shake Gamzee's arm away.
"I'm not much of a drinker." He explained searching the room for anyone he knew so that he could excuse himself from this conversation.
"Well you have to take the welcome shot just like everyone else." He said grabbing one of the many small plastic shots from a table nearby filled with fuck knows what and offered it to Dave. He glanced at it questioningly. "C'mon Dave, where's your team spirit?" Gamzee frowned slightly ironically.
Dave gave in and took it, one little shot never hurt anyone anyway especially if it meant that Gamzee would lay off him already. He downed the little plastic shot in one go, not even bothering to look at the liquid and instead looking right at the mysterious host of the party. Gamzee watched intently as he drank as if he was a parent making sure the kid drank his cough syrup properly. The liquid that went down was bitter and tasted a bit like pears that sweetened the burning in his throat. The familiar warmth travelled from his throat to his stomach almost soothingly.
"See? That wasn't so bad." Gamzee said taking the empty shot from him still keeping his eyes on Dave the entire time. Why was he so god damn smug?
"Sure if sweetened dog urine is the best that you're serving tonight." Dave bit back with a bored expression.
"Hey, it's my own recipe." He looked a bit hurt this time, finally taking his arm away, but remaining in Dave's personal space.
"I bet it is." he dropped. "Excuse me." Dave ventured quickly away from him towards the main living room table and sitting next to the first person he knew which turned out to be Sollux. Dave introduced himself to almost everyone around him, took a few collective shots and let himself relax. He figured that if more people knew who he was, the better. He would ask Roxy later on about the connections which would be valuable to him the most. It looked like she wasn't going to show up anyway.
Though personally, Dave liked the girl sitting next to him, Jade was her name if he remembered right. Maybe she seemed a bit too naïve and soft hearted, but her presence was a mood lifter for sure. Then there was a guy named Rufioh, who turned out to be Tavros's older brother. He was the kind of guy that got along with everyone and seemed cool in general, even almost as cool as Dave. He was already a senior so he had loads of hilarious stories to tell and advices on what not to do. For instance, don't pick up girls in a bar before making sure that they're not your lecturers and never ever fall asleep at a college party. Another person who stuck in Dave's mind was sitting right across from him. He didn't properly catch her name, was it Friska? Riska? Something like that. What was it with all the weird ass names around here anyway? What sensible, loving parents would name their child fucking Friska or were they expecting a cat to pounce out of a vagina? She did resemble a cat in some ways though and Dave wasn't a cat person. She was very snarky and tried to be everywhere and talk with everyone at the same time. He got a sense of dishonesty and hidden agenda coming off from her. The blond stayed clear of her for the night, she seemed like bad news.
A good hour passed like that. People were ushering him to come dance, but Dave didn't dance, it just wasn't something that he did. He'd much rather sit and watch everyone embarrass themselves on the dance floor.
Gamzee was hurrying across the house in the mean time, not staying in one place for too long. Even Dave had to admit that he wasn't such a terrible host. Everything seemed in shape. He came over to sit next to their group of people out of breath and as always with the biggest smile on his face.
"How's everybody doing?" he asked loudly, eagerly pouring himself a drink. There was a collective roar of excitement from about five people who have clearly had too much already. Gamzee laughed in response airily. "What about you Dave, why aren't you dancing?" Gamzee asked turning to him, leaning closer so he'd hear him, there was a strong stench of alcohol coming off from him and Dave even wrinkled his nose.
"I don't dance." He stated curtly.
"Is that so?" Gamzee asked quietly with a smirk before turning to the rest of the group "Hey guys, I don't know if you have met my good friend Dave here." He pointed to the blond and the rest of the group turned their eyes on him, some were nodding indicating that they already knew him, others who joined recently were waving or saying hello. "Dave over here is a poet and a damn good one." He explained with a smile. Some people snickered under their breaths while others waved it off.
"Gamzee maybe you should lay off the weed, cause if you can't tell the difference between a rapper and a poet you're gonna start eating shit thinking it's chocolate." Cronus piped up with a half mocking tone as laughter rolled down the table. Dave smirked proudly. He got ahead of him this time.
Gamzee's smile dropped for a second, he shifted a bit uncomfortably, but suddenly even a wider, slightly lopsided smile spread across his features as he continued.
"Well he certainly has the soul of one, from the deep talks we've had I can tell you that he's such a great listener and so emotional."
Now he definitely got the attention of the entire group. Most of them raised their eyebrows, some turned to their friends whispering 'oh my god' to them and laughing afterwards, only a few still waved Gamzee's words off.
"Okay well that's bullshit." Dave retorted before he could stop himself. Why was Gamzee suddenly interested in teasing him again?
"He's quite modest and sensitive about it, oh maybe I shouldn't have brought it up?" he asked concerned turning to him, but he could see right through his fucking bullshit. Dave's face was getting flushed from the annoyance.
"See it's been difficult for Dave to find his place and fit in." Gamzee carried on "I mean even his sister is always analyzing and scrutinizing him for how he is, not to mention his school friends who don't appreciate him, no wonder he turned out to be so closed up. And I just want him to let go."
A shiver went through Dave's entire body and his voice caught in his throat. He wanted to say something, he really did. He wanted to turn to the group and say that Gamzee had too much, he wanted to tell Gamzee that it was enough because he crossed a fucking line here. It was one thing when he was being insulted but his family and friends were a whole different deal. But he couldn't do it, he couldn't find his voice, and all he could do was sit there and feel himself being watched by at least a dozen pair of eyes. Gamzee carried on saying something else, but Dave didn't really hear any of that. He had just about enough.
He stood up, the shots he took were sloshing around in his stomach and dizzying his head, but he kept upright and steady. Why should he sit around and listen to this bullshit? He walked past all of the strangers who were still chuckling and avoided looking at Gamzee altogether. But the second year wasn't done with him yet. When Dave left the living room and entered the hallway thinking he would just chill out in one of the bedrooms and cool off, Gamzee stopped him by his arm, holding on to it. Whatever he said to the blond wasn't registered as all he could feel and think about was the hand that was grasping his arm. The touch was burning him, he felt the need to cut off his sleeve before it burned through the fabric and to get that calming, chilly air on it. He couldn't hear what anyone else was saying, nor the loud music, all of it was just one jumbled up noise. That something which was stirring in Dave's head at the beginning of the evening was now stirring all over his face, chest, stomach and arms.
Before he could start comprehending his thoughts the collar of Gamzee's shirt was already in his now free hand, half carrying, half throwing him to the nearest wall with all the strength he could gather. The pictures on the wall fell down, glass shattering, the thin wall shaking, Gamzee wincing. But none of that reached Dave's ears. He could only hear the blood pumping through his head and his own voice shouting.
"What the fuck is your problem?!" He pulled Gamzee a bit closer, their noses slightly bumping, and then thudded against the wall once again for emphasis. Dave's vision was blurring, but his grasp was firm, knuckles white.
Gamzee's eyes were wide, not in fear but in surprise, he hissed from the second impact, but made no move to get away. Dave leaned in closer until Gamzee could feel him panting heavily on his face and raised his eyebrows, expecting an answer. The hand that was clenching the collar of his shirt squeezed it more tightly, urging him. It was pressing tightly and slightly painfully around his neck.
That was when Gamzee's face broke into his familiar smug smile that looked a bit like a smirk. He was still fucking laughing at him. He had him at his fucking mercy and he was still made to feel like the loser. Dave's arm started to shake from frustration as he tried lifting Gamzee up in the air a bit so the collar would be choking him. The power was going straight to Dave's head with an almost uncontrollable need for more. Gamzee opened his mouth to say something but his words were stuck in his throat, quite literally. It was something incomprehensible, more like a breath than actual words, but it sounded a bit like 'go on.' and this time, even though he really wanted to, Dave couldn't ignore the back flip in his stomach anymore.
It felt like his blood was boiling, there was so much heat around him and inside of him, like a volcano ready to erupt that was building up at the pit of his stomach. Dave stared at that familiar smile, that wide set of teeth and felt the need to wipe it off. The thought possessed him quickly and suddenly, engulfing him whole and sucking him in, leaving his head spinning from it. All of a sudden, it was like he had found his mission in life. Nothing else mattered except here and now and damn him if he wasn't gonna carry out his mission that was staring right at him, encouraging him. His left arm clenched at his side almost instantly and swung it straight towards his mouth.
His fist was right in front of his face, inches away from his mouth when another hand caught it, holding it in place. For the first time Dave tore his eyes away, almost snarling at the culprit for the interruption. Karkat was staring at him with pure horror and even glimpses of fear. This was the face Dave expected Gamzee to bear. Karkat was pushing him back and away from Gamzee with a considerable amount of strength.
"Dave, what the hell back the fuck off!" Karkat ushered trying not to cause a scene, because others were bound to come and see what all the commotion was any moment now.
Dave fought back. At first he tried to shake him off, get his arm back, but somehow he had developed a grip of steel. Dave let go of Gamzee's collar and grabbed Kakrat's arm instead, almost wrestling with him, because he was so close, so fucking close to giving that dipshit what he deserved and losing this battle wasn't an option to him anymore.
Karkat let out a yelp of pain from how hard Dave was gripping his arm and Dave was almost free, but Sollux came in and grabbed Dave from the other side. Now he wasn't able to free himself no matter how much he tried. Gamzee was still up against the wall not moving, his face was obviously flushed, he was breathing heavily and he was only half smiling, watching Dave with childish curiosity.
"Calm down you idiot what the hell has gotten in to you?" Sollux hissed in his ear dragging him away to the kitchen while Dave was still fidgeting. The waves of rage were still crashing through him from not getting the release he needed. Others eyed him as he was pushed through the door, thinking he had had too much and stayed clear in case of surprise vomiting.
"What the fuck was that about?" Karkat asked outraged sitting Dave down on a chair. He was still breathing heavily, but he wasn't fighting anymore. The rage was slowly dissolving and Dave was gradually coming to the realization of what he did. Thankfully for them the kitchen was empty at the time.
"I think I need a drink." He said turning his head away from Karkat's and Sollux's judging eyes. He was surprised at how scratchy his voice sounded. The tall second year huffed and crossed his arms in annoyance, while the freshman turned back and peeked through the door to see Gamzee still against the wall and nodding in assurance to Terezi as she was at his side tending to him with a worried expression. Karkat turned back to Dave with an angry frown, grabbing a bottle of water and sloshing it on his face.
"Here's your fucking drink." He was disgusted, while Sollux bore a milder expression.
"What the fuck." Dave spluttered at the sudden action, grabbing a paper towel to dry his face and his shades which he still refused to take off. Nonetheless the method worked, it got Dave out of his state.
"Dude how much have you had to drink?" Sollux asked almost amused suddenly "Hey how many fingers am I holding up?" he stepped closer putting up three fingers right in front of him.
"Get out of my face." Dave grumbled annoyed, his voice and breathing were almost even and back to normal.
"Whoa it's that bad?" Sollux asked, but he was more curious than actually worried.
"I don't know." Dave responded. Perhaps playing wasted was his best option if he wanted to get out of this without much fuss, because honestly, he wasn't even that drunk in the first place.
"Here you were giving me lectures on how to keep my shit and play it cool with Gamzee and then you go on and lash out yourself! If it weren't for the fact that you almost beat both of us up, I'd be fucking laughing at how pathetic you were just now. And all you have to say is 'I don't know'?" Karkat was failing to keep his voice down. Sollux kept a hand on Karkat in case he decided to go on a rampage like Dave, but the blond knew that this was just another one of his rants. Meanwhile, Kanaya and Cronus entered the kitchen cautiously.
"Hey what happened? We saw Terezi leading Gamzee back to his room for a smoke or something, and he was all roughed and bruised up. Terezi didn't tell us why though." Cronus asked quietly eyeing the situation curiously, he was keen on gossip. Kanaya beside him bore a worried expression.
"Dave and Gamzee got in a fight." Sollux explained raising his eyebrows, being glad to be the one who was there in the action. Both of their eyes went wide.
"Holy shit, are you kidding?" Cronus exclaimed with twice the curiosity.
"Oh god, did any of you get hurt?" Kanaya asked stepping closer.
"Nothing too serious happened, me and Karkat stepped in before they started to beat each other up." Sollux said proudly.
"Except that mister I'm-too-cool-for-school was the one who was doing all the beating." Karkat accusingly turned to Dave again.
"Wow I would never have imagined neither Dave nor Gamzee being genuinely angry, not to mention aggressive." Cronus was shaking his head in disbelief "But you know what they say, it's not a real party unless there's a fight and someone hooks up." Cronus said with an awful suggestive smirk stepping closer to Kanaya.
"Get your hand off my waist." Kanaya stated evenly and a bit threateningly not bothering to look at him. Cronus complied as fear momentarily crossed his features.
"Jesus Christ back off from her, she's not interested. God, you're so fucking desperate it actually hurts looking at you." Karkat replied stepping in to defend Kanaya which was completely unnecessary.
"So you're stating that Dave was the one who initiated the conflict?" Kanaya asked turning to Karkat , trying to change the subject.
"Yeah." Karakt replied and all of them turned their eyes on Dave, who had his face in his hands. The group was staring at him expecting him to finally speak up and explain himself.
"Okay I admit I might have lost my cool a bit." Dave said tiredly looking up at them.
"Oh no shit really?" Karkat asked crossing his arms "You can't be serious, when did this happen?"
"But Gamzee crossed the line there, like he took one giant leap over the line and won the gold medal for long distance jumping." Dave tried to explain himself ignoring Karkat's comments.
"Well what did he do?" Kanaya asked curiously.
"Oh right he did go a bit overboard." Cronus said remembering being in the living room during that "Like at first it was a bit funny, y'know Gamzee being Gamzee, but then he started to full on make fun of him and his friends. I've never seen him act like that, most of us agreed that what he said wasn't cool."
"That still doesn't excuse you from attacking him." Kanaya said all-knowingly.
"Yeah I know. I'm calm now. I'll-" Dave heaved a tired sigh "I'll apologize to him."
"Good, that's the smart thing to do Dave." Kanaya said nodding and assuring him.
"What? But Gamzee was at fault here too, he should apologize first for saying all those things!" Cronus piped up.
"Yeah I agree. If what Cronus's saying is true then Gamzee provoked you in the first place and you shouldn't stand down to him." Sollux agreed.
"Are you both really such fucking idiots?" Karkat asked putting his face in his hand "Do you not realize that this way the fight between them would never end?!"
"But then it's not fair to Dave. If he has any pride he'll-" Cronus went on.
"Oh you boys with your unquenchable thirst to prove your manhood." Kanaya interrupted shaking her head.
"Guys, guys." Dave stepped in. "I agree with Kanaya on this one, someone has to be the bigger man here. I don't want this to turn into some drama high school show like Hannah Montana or" Dave shuddered "Glee."
"See? All of you should learn from this." Kanaya said looking down at all of the boys. "But are you sure you've calmed down?" Kanaya asked Dave.
"Yeah of course, I'm chill like the pill, smooth as ice-"
"Don't!" Karkat interrupted him loudly narrowing his eyes at him. "Anyway I'm gonna go check on Gamzee." He turned towards the door.
"Oh, but you don't need to, Terezi is there with him." Cronus called after him, but he pretended he didn't hear that and walked away.
They left it at that and separated going back to the party. Dave settled with them that he'd go apologize after an hour or so when Gamzee was all high and forgiving. Besides, if Gamzee wanted him to be thrown out of the party he would have known by now.
He went back to the living room and hung out with almost every friend group there. The blond didn't really care anymore about who they were and gladly took shots with every one of them, their chatter was getting louder and more fun every second. Everyone was pretending that what Gamzee said didn't really happen or they were just polite enough not to bring it up. Well everyone except Friska who was still laughing about the whole thing.
"Fuck off Friska." Dave retorted after a while getting tired of her.
"It's Vriska you idiot!" she responded offended "Are you deaf as well as stupid?" she stormed off with her nose up while the few people around him were laughing their heads off. And that was the story of how Vriska got her nickname.
Dave stopped counting the drinks he took after the fifth one. He didn't know what had gotten into him, but he knew whatever it was, he wanted to drown it in alcohol. For him to get completely wasted took about a good hour or maybe two? Time moved weirdly for drunk Dave. Everything was moving too fast suddenly, he was laughing so much and he didn't even know at what or with whom. Faces and lights were blurring so much he could barely tell them apart. Everything was sort of happening in frames, hell he was even dancing and it was great. He closed his eyes and he felt like flying. It was all so fucking awesome.
But there was something at the back of his head, something he was forgetting he had to do. It was like he left his house with the stove on. He racked his brain hard and watched as Karkat cautiously entered one of the bedrooms with Terezi and it hit him. He knew what exactly he had forgotten. He clenched his fist and his heart started spurting excitedly in his chest.
Dave couldn't believe the others bought the crap he was feeding them in the kitchen back then. The thought was obsessing him ever since he had Gamzee in his grasp, that sense of purpose that he never got to fulfill. He doubted he had ever been this angry in his life. He was reminding himself how much he hated what Gamzee said, hated that he was constantly teasing him, and hated the fact that he made him lose his cool. His mind was occupied with those thoughts so much they covered up the fact that he craved the heat, the friction and the adrenaline surging through him like it did before.
He honestly didn't remember how or when but his legs were suddenly carrying him to the hallway with determination. He had to lean on the wall when he took a turn because his coordination was all backwards. Dave stopped in front of two doors…or was it one door? No it was definitely two. Gamzee was in the left one and Karkat was in the right one. Before Dave could proceed the last sober thought went through his head and stopped him. It was a moment of consideration, somewhere at the back of his mind he knew he would regret going through the left door and going through the right one would put his mind at ease at least for now. But the urge was so strong, the pit of his stomach wasn't tingling, it was more like the French revolution was happening in there.
The two identical wooden doors were staring at him, blurring together as Dave started to slightly sway while standing in place and finally tumbled through one, with the last thought of 'fuck it'. He didn't even take a look around, he sensed and saw the only thing alive and breathing in it and advanced towards it. He wasn't thinking, he didn't want to think, he could think about how he grabbed a handful of messy hair intentionally painfully tomorrow, he could regret shoving that face against his when he sobered up, but not now, not when it was so good feeling the other fight and give in over and over again. Not when it felt so good to win.
Dave somehow ended up against the wall… or on the ground? Maybe both things happened. Either way it was painful, but instead of a wince of pain he heard an eager groan escape his mouth and he was pushing back, or rolling over? Hands were flying everywhere, desperate to be on every part of their bodies and cover as much ground as possible like they were on a time limit. There was another painful shove and he bit down hard instinctively on the other's lip or maybe shoulder, he just knew that there was blood, maybe some of it was his, he stopped keeping track.
He couldn't stand looking at the other's face though. Feelings of repulsion and disgust were followed right after any time he did. The fury rippled through him and he needed them to be closer, there had to be more heat, more friction. Whatever that was happening it wasn't enough and Dave started to fumble with getting both of their pants off.
Something ripped, it was hard to tell what or to whom it belonged to because of the way they were tangled. Then everything started going at double speed. There was skin everywhere, for a moment it was really cold but then it got so warm so suddenly and it was so motherfucking great and it was over in a flash. Dave felt the roughness of the carpet hitting his face as he passed out.
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Dave slowly opened up his eyes and for a few frightening seconds he had to remember who he was, what year was it, where he was and what was happening. A table and a chair were somehow standing sideways, and Dave burrowed his eyebrows in confusion. No wait, they weren't standing sideways, Dave was just lying on the bed. And not just any bed, it was his bed back in his dorm.
He tried lifting his head and wow was that a bad idea. It came flopping down on the pillow like it weighed a ton. Pain seared through his head and whole face as he rolled over onto his back and winced as his whole body was aching for some reason. His throat was dry and begging for water, but he couldn't get out of bed as much as he wanted to.
Instead, Dave tried to remember. He knew there was a party, he recalled having a conflict with Gamzee and he definitely remembered drinking lots, but specific details or anything past that was blank. He couldn't even tell the sequence of the stuff that happened. Dave had a moment of slight panic because this had never happened to him. He had been drunk before, but never had he lost control so much that he didn't remember. He searched his thoughts and all that he could remember was standing in front of two doors and wondering something… something important too. All he knew was that it involved something with Karkat.
Dave's eyes widened in horror. He moved around slightly and yes he wasn't wearing any pants, and little Dave down there definitely got some action last night, but with whom and how? Fucking hell how did this happen. Dave clutched his aching head. He had a sudden flash of a memory, well if you could call that a memory. He had someone's arms pinned above their head by the wrists, he was squeezing the left wrist unnecessarily hard and dry fucking them like there was no tomorrow. But he couldn't see a face, no matter how much he tried to concentrate. But he wasn't even sure if that was a real memory, maybe he dreamt that up?
Dave made the connection between the two memories and shuddered. That couldn't have been it. He was wasted sure, but he would never go that far. The idea was dismissed from his head because it didn't make sense, it couldn't have…right?
Speak of the motherfucking devil, his roommate walked in the room carrying a cup of hot coffee with him. He looked just as wrecked and tired as Dave felt.
"Well look who fucking woke up." Karkat said mockingly keeping his voice down. Dave tried lifting his head again, slowly now, bit by bit until he was sitting up and rubbing his eyes tiredly.
"What the hell happened? How did I end up back here?" Dave asked looking around. His voice was scratchy and his lip hurt and felt swollen. He raised his hand and felt a cut on his bottom lip with his fingers.
"I found you in the bathroom puking your liver out and called a cab to take us back." Karkat glared at him.
"Shit I don't remember any of that." Dave put his head into his hands.
"Yeah well maybe it's for the best." His roommate said quietly taking off his hoodie and flopping down on the chair, sipping his coffee.
Dave lifted his head thinking he needed some coffee too when his eyes caught something.
"Hey Karkat?"
"What?" he turned to him annoyed.
"Where did you get that bruise on your wrist?"
"From you, you asshole." He said after taking a breath. "God you're fucking hopeless." He muttered under his breath and left the room with the mug in his hands.