First off, I wanna let you guys know my headcanon for Dave. When he's drunk, he gets really philosophical, but when he has a hangover, he's a giggling mess. Another headcanon is that John can only dance classical dances. Just thought I should let you all know! Also, I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. So much fun, that I even drew my own fanart for it, even though it sucks xDD Once I scan it in and post it, I shall give it to you wonderful readers.
One more thing: I want to thank you all so much for the support you've been giving me with this fanfic! I really appreciate it~~ Thank you all! :D
PoV: Karkat
I didn't think things could get any worse than they were now. Dave had burst into the bedroom and caught Terezi and I. So much pain and hurt played on his face, and he didn't even try to hide it.
"Is this your sick idea of revenge?" he had asked. "What happened with me was a misunderstanding!"
I fumbled with words, but couldn't make up an excuse. My brain was frazzled, and I couldn't make out much of what Dave was yelling. All I knew is that we were done, and he was leaving.
"Is he serious?" I asked myself as he left. Apparently he was, because he and John stopped by after my last class and took all of his things. Terezi and I could only stand there and stare from the sidelines. As I watched him go, I realized that a mysterious part of me didn't even care.
It was well into the night when Terezi made to leave, but realized she had no place to go. It was too late to return to Vriska's.
"You can stay here if you want, Terezi," I told her, feeling more generous than usual.
"Are you sure?" she asked, voice uneasy.
"Yeah, it's fine. And don't worry, I'm not a bad guy, so nothing's gonna happen to you," I reassured her, making it clear that I didn't really desire anything sexual at the moment. I didn't even know why I had kissed her back. I didn't want to, at all, so why had I done it? It was as if something had taken over my body and made me do it.
"Okay," she simply replied. I asked her where she wanted to sleep. We agreed that I would switch the sheets on my bed so she could sleep there, and I would sleep on the couch, After she and I showered (separately, of course!), I lent her some of my clothes, and we went to bed. I had a hard time falling asleep, but that never came as a surprise to me.
PoV: Dave
When I woke up on John's couch with a hangover, I flipped some very uncool shit. The only thing that told me what happened the night before was the cold half full pizza box on the coffee table, the abundance of beer bottles scattered about, and my pounding heat.
I tried to untangle myself from the blankets I was wrapped in and stand up, but all I managed was rolling myself onto the floor, hitting it with a loud and uncomfortable thud.
I whined loudly until John came, for ironic purposes of course. When he walked in and saw me on the floor, he gave me a very pitiful look.
"Dave...," he said, facepalming. Then he gave me one of his cute Egderp smiles and began helping me out of the blankets and off the floor.
"I really shouldn't have let you drink so much last night," he told me, scolding himself essentially, while trying to scold me. I smirked at him as he pulled me up onto unsteady feet.
"I forgot I have to work at the club today," I informed him.
"On a Tuesday night?" he asked in disbelief. I nodded in answer.
"Maybe I should accompany you, then," he suggested.
"No need," I told him. "I'll be fine by then."
He sighed. "I think we should get your furniture set up, Dave." I agreed with him.
With that, we ate a quick breakfast and started moving my shit in. After just two hours, we were done, and another hour after that, I had all of my paperwork done. By then, John had lunch ready, which I was extra grateful for.
While we ate, we set up arrangements for bills and chores. I would pay the electric, internet, and air conditioning, as well as half the rent, John would pay for water, cell phones, and heating, and the other half of the rent. The rest would be payed for together or randomly. We settled on a chore schedule as well, and once that was all done, we decided to watch a movie.
As John put in "Con Air", I almost laughed. I suppose I had suspected that John's taste in movies would be terrible, but now that it was confirmed, I had a hard time keeping my poker face. Especially since I was still nursing that lousy hangover.
John noticed this and kept on throwing me confused looks as I suppressed a shit ton of laughter that wasn't caused by the movie itself. As John looked at me for what was probably the 15th time, I couldn't contain myself. I burst out into laughter, so much so that I had rolled off of the couch and was clutching at my stomach, which was sore from laughing so hard.
"That's it," John said, sighing loudly. "You need to get a hold of yourself and take a nap, Dave." The look on his face only made me laugh more, and I was a helpless victim to my own amusement. John ended up dragging me to my own bed and tucking me in as if I was a small child.
After 20 minutes of lying there, giggling, John forced a few sleeping pills down my throat, and it wasn't long before I was knocked out cold, trapped in my own hungover, laughter filled dreams.
When I woke up, my pounding headache was gone, and I was completely ready to face the world like the cool kid I was. I began to sit up out of my bed when Egbert walked in.
"Hey, Dave! You're awake! How're you feeling?" he asked as he walked over to me.
"I feel great," I told him. I glanced over at the clock, which read 5:14pm. "I have to be to work at 6," I told John. He gave me a nod, and left the room so I could shower and get dressed. Once that was done, John greeted me with dinner. Damn, this kid is an awesome cook. I quickly ate the food at the table with John, and then we both headed out to the club, because Egderp still insisted on accompanying me.
We walked the 10 minute walk to the club, and as I walked in, John hesitated.
"What's wrong?" I asked him, adjusting my shades on my face.
"What should I do here? I'm not here to pick up anyone," John said with a slight blush on his face.
I smirked. "Just dance. Some people come here for plain old fun, you know," I told him.
He nodded and we walked in, and I soon realized that telling John to dance was a terrible idea. He didn't know the first thing about dancing, and ended up just flailing his limbs everywhere, creating a 10 foot radius of space around himself while I DJ'd, trying to keep a straight face as I watched him.
10 minutes passed by, and I couldn't contain myself anymore. I put up my back up playlist and walked over to John. Major Deja-vu ensued as I greeted him.
"John, do you have any idea how to actually dance?" I asked, getting straight to the point.
John's face flushed as he replied, "Of course I do!"
"Prove it," I challenged him. John's face got redder, but he said, "Fine," and reached for my hand. I was suddenly pulled closer to John, and I felt his other hand rest on my waist. John then proceeded to lead me in a waltz.
"Oh hell no," I thought to myself, and I could feel my face heat up as people began staring. It's not everyday you see two college boys waltzing to rap music, after all.
I tried to peel myself away from John, but he was practically clinging to me as we danced. His hand moved from my waist to my shoulder, and out of no where, John said,
"That's a nice shoulder there, Dave."
I raised my eyebrows at him.
"My shoulder is just like any other shoulder," I said nonchalantly. John shrugged his own sexy shoulders at me in reply.
Wait, where did that thought come from? His shoulders were just like any other shoulders too. Whatever.
John stopped and tried to twirl me. Part of me wanted nothing of it, but the other part wanted to do it for ironic purposes. The latter won out.
As John twirled me, a subconscious part of my mind formulated a plan, and began to carry it out.
When John released me from the twirl, I dipped him down and pressed my lips to his, earning a few cheers from the gazers nearby. John was squirming at first, trying to get free, but he started to relax and kiss me back.
Out of no where came a flash of light, and when I looked up, Bro was standing there, holding an old fashioned camera, with Jake standing next to him. Bro had a huge smirk on his face as the camera spit out the picture.
"Slick Dave, slick," was all he said, before handing me the picture and walking away with Jake. I looked at the photograph and facepalmed. I turned to John, who was blushing madly, and showed him the photo.
"This is going on the fridge, for the irony," I told him, smirking all the while.
John could barely stutter out, "Whatever, Dave."
I let go of John and made my way back to the DJ booth, tucking the picture carefully into my back pocket. Once I got there, I began putting my sick beats through the speaker of the club. When my current song ended and I looked up, I wasn't surprised to see that John was gone.
