It's that time of year again where Asch updates all his fics then disappears for 38273 years. AO3 is down right now so I am unable to update this fic there just yet. Thank you for your patience!
-Be Dave. -
You now become Dave, and you have followed Jade Harely around this rather small town for no less than 25 minutes. She insists on taking you out for a drink. Isn't the guy supposed to offer that? All you know about humans is from movies and word of them brutally hunting your kind. Jade however, seems pretty harmless. She has a very bright and passionate personality that kinda reminds you of Aradia. From what you have heard out of her as she rambles, she is smart as fuck. Interested in all kinda of shit you don't even know. Anything ranging from hardcore science to animals to plants and gardening, Jade Harley was the fucking master of knowledge. She also managed to cram a lot of information into such a short time.
The downside to this masterful mind was she has no sense of direction. Well, as far as you could tell at least.
"You know-", You begin to speak but she cuts you off.
"No, no. I can find it! I was just there earlier with my party...", She trails off into deep thought while you focus on the "BAR & GRILL" sign on top of a tall building, that was only a few minutes away.
Deciding not to try to mention it again, you continue to follow her.
You also take her thinking time as a opputunity to look her over appearance. This is your first time being so close to a human. While your mission is for Dirk, this is also a fantastic chance for information. What coolkid wouldn't take the time to check out pretty ladies? The neighboring dens would appreciate the notes you may or may not physically write down, you don't have a pencil.
Also, the losers at your den don't give two literal shits about humans besides if they act good in a movie or if they are shoving weapons in their face.
Jade was a bit on the short side, compared to yourself that is. She was AT LEAST a head shorter than you. She was very tan, actually more like extremely tan, like she spent most of her time living in the warmest of suns. Her black hair was long and looked like it had a soft, thin texture. It was also a complete mess, the wind must have gotten the best of it. She wore a heavy winter jacket, jeans, and boots. All in shades if green, blue, and black. She also had what looked like a smaller red jacket under her heavier one. Her cheeks and nose where totally red, or as clear as the shade could be on her dark skin and her slight buck teeth where very prominate while she bit her lower lip, hopelessly mapping through her head.
She must have noticed you looking her over because flushed red even further than one would think possible and turned her back to you, nervously mumbling about something.
-Dave: Be Jade, she's more interesting.-
-fuck you-
You are Jade Harley, and you are now mentally slapping yourself in the face. You manage to keep a map of an ENTIRE ISLAND in your head but this small town was impossible. Snow keeps getting in your eyes and in your hair, and having Dave right there was flustering you. You don't want to look like an idiot!
Speaking of Dave, you break your thoughts to see what he is doing. Only to find him looking at you, his head slightly cocked and Bec hanging out on his shoulder. You turn away and mutter to yourself about the steps you took earlier to the bar, feeling rather embarrassed. Part of it was the fact that a boy was looking you over, the other larger part was that you have dragged this poor guy around in the frigid cold while you hopelessly rack your mind for directions.
Newly dubbed Bec's bark draws you back from your thoughts as he jumps out of Dave's backpack and on to your shoulder.
He yaps once before digging into backpack. He pops his head back out, your pencil-case clamped in his muzzle. Before you can tell Bec to drop it, he jumps off your shoulder and begins to run. You rush after him, shouting at Bec to give you back the case.
You spot him sitting down in front of the bar, tail wagging a mile a minute and your bright blue pencil-case in front of him. Grabbing the pencil-case and giving the puppy a pat on the head, you look over to Dave with a pouty face.
"I can't believe a puppy is a better navigator than me.", You huff, giving Dave a glare when he chuckles a little.
Pushing the bar door open and holding it for Dave, waiting a moment for him to hide Bec in his own backpack. It's weird how comfortable you feel around someone you just met. You feel like he is a good person though, and your senses are always right!
-Jade: Enter the bar.-
You enter the bar behind Dave. He tosses the pack containing Bec over his shoulder, and you follow him over to a comfy booth in the middle row and back of the building. A waitress comes by and places a menu down for you both and asks you for drink orders. You order a scotch on the rocks and a half slab of pork ribs. Dave looks confused at his menu for a moment the just states a burger and "whatever she got for the drink". The waitress leaves you and Dave to go get your drinks and give the food order.
"So, Dave Strider, what do you do for a living?", You ask, moving to sit on your legs, a habit you never lost.
"I make music, not to say that gets me anywhere.", He gives a small smirk at the end. "But I mix the illest, unreal beats."
"Oh cool! I play the bass! I've tried to learn the flute but it is so dang hard!", You state, replaying the many times Jane or John had come up to your room and asked you to stop playing.
"Yea, instruments are a pain."
You sit in silence of a moment, thinking of questions. Looking around between Dave, the little ads on the tablet for various promotional deals, and the other patrons.
"Do you have any family?", You ask curiously.
"A brother.", He says after moment.
"No parents?"
"They-", His answer is interrupted by a stock text message noise from his pocketed phone you now know he has.
-Dave: Answer your messages.-
You have no choice but too. If you don't it's non-stop rancorous trolls spamming you. Chumps as far as the eye can see.
- gallowsCalibrator [GC] began trolling turntechGodhead [TG] -
GC: 3V3RYTH1NG OK4Y, COOLK1D?
GC: HURRY UP 4ND 4NSWER!
TG: yea everythings cool
TG: 100% forgot about this shitty program
TG: i was gettin ready to write letters to you guys n shit
TG: now i must toss all my hard written letters
TG: writing is not as easy as you think it is tz
GC: 1 C4NT 3V3N WR1T3 ;]
TG: oh yea blindness and all that
TG: hold on i could have fuckin sworn you wrote something before
TG: yea you write jams and things on shitty but yet amazing gifs
TG: and you make comics
TG: so you can write
TG: you are capable of writing just incase you forgot
GC: D4V3 YOU 4R3 BOR1NG M3 ;P
TG: what a travisty i deeply regret any action that may have caused anything that wasnt entertainment
TG: wait what time is it
GC: SOM3WH3R3 4ROUND 14M
TG: 14m isnt a time tz
TG: stop typing like a 12 year old who has just discovered the internet
GC: SORRY YOUR H1GHN3SS!
GC: it is around 1am
GC: 1S TH4T B3TT3R? :]
TG: much better but im busy tz go to fucking sleep
TG: karkats gonna wake up and bitch at you
- turntechGodhead [TG] ceased pestering gallowsCalibrator [GC] -
GC: D4V3!
GC: D4MN 1T
"Who was that?", Jade ask curiously, leaning over the table.
"Frenzied chums pestering me."
"You use pesterchum? Gimme your phone.", Which is, you guess, another term for "I am about to take the phone from your hands."
She grabs the phone out of your hands and begins messing around with your pesterchum account.
"What are you doing?", You ask, looking over to see what she is doing.
"Putting in my handle.", she states, handing your phone back to you.
"gardenGnostic, eh? Lame name."
"Oh shut up.", Jade pushes your shoulder from across the table.
At some point while you where writing the waitress brought your drinks. The smell repulsed you instantly, burning your sensitive nostrils, and you settled on drinking the water she placed down with the foul amber liquid. Jade noticed and giggled at your aversion of it, making you feel a bit nervous.
You slide the beverage over to her with one finger, since you aren't going to drink it.
- Dave: Fast forward.-
It is now about 3 am, Bec is happily munching away at leftovers, you are full and relaxed. There is only one issue. Jade Harley is totally bombed. There are exactly 8 empty glasses on the table and 1 half empty one in the hand of said bombed lady.
You gentle coerce the glass from her hand, sliding it to the far end of the table, while trying to keep the babbling and giggling Jade in front of you managed. And your body decided to make it looked like the most awkward display ever.
She said something about a group, maybe you could contact them?
You ask her for her phone and she only giggle and moved to hide it from you. Somewhat of a battle engages for her phone as she dances about in the booth away from you, while you kinda just reach for it. People start looking your way, either scoffing and giving an annoyed eye roll at you two, or chuckling at your poor attempts or Harley's antics. Maybe both.
After a bit she graciously drops her phone into the center of her shirt, phone now happily nestled in between her breasts. Well fuck. You're not going to reach your hands into her shirt for her phone like some grubby asshole, as much as you'd probably enjoy it. Jade Harley, you drunken mastermind.
Sighing in defeat, you walk over to the bartender, a weird-looking burly guy, and ask him for a good place to stay with Harley 'till you find her party.
He just lets out an annoyed grunt and tells you that there is a couple of rooms available upstairs, so to save yourself the trouble of lugging a drunken Jade, you book a room.
Well, you still had to lug her anyways. It turns out she could barely stand without falling over. To make it worse, you have to lug her upstairs. You can practically hear the mocking voices behind you as you lift up the shockingly heavy and giggling Jade Harley and begin the hazardous trek up the creaky wooden stairs.
-Dave: Enter shitty room-
The trek up the stairs wasn't as terrible as you assumed it would be, you had almost tripped backwards onto your ass on the last step but managed save yourself. You take that as the irony gods just having a grand-ass time fucking with you.
The room wasn't too terrible. It had a full-sized bed with cheap, thin floral print comforter and an equally cheap loveseat. You drop the still chuckling Jade Harley down gently on the bed while you walk over to the uninviting loveseat. Well, at least the room was dark which made it easier on your sensitive eyes.
You splay out on the couch, legs hanging over the edge and using the armrest as a pillow. Damn, your neck would hurt in the morning. You didn't realize how tired you actually where, relaxing instantly into the hard surface of the loveseat. The powers you are using to keep your demon features hidden, which is just basically magic, is leaving you feeling extremely stiff. Fuck, your wings would feel creaky and sore as all hell when you start flying again tomorrow. And your poor tail is suffocated from being concealed beneath fabric for hours.
You could pass out now if you really wanted to, but your mind was still spinning from the events of today. You really enjoyed today. It wasn't what you thought it would be. Jade was awesome, you'd never met a human in person and it this really could not have been a better experience.
You understand how dangerous it is to be around her though. For both her and yourself. Humans really did smell incredible. You wouldn't want to accidentally eat Jade in a moment of lost consciousness. Which is a thing that happens. Though eating humans is pretty frowned upon in demon society. Draws too much attention.
You look over to see Bec weaseling out of your backpack and now jumping up onto the bed, barely being able to climb up with tall sides. The bed, however, was surprisingly lacking in the "Jade Harley" department.
You jolt up, looking around the small room for said girl. She was standing on the far side of the nightstand, slowly slinking her way towards the bathroom.
"You okay, Harley..?", You ask, now sitting on the edge of the sofa and ready to help if needed.
"I need to get some water..", she replies tiredly, you notice her eyes are only half-open.
"You should have just asked me to get it.", You replied kindly, standing up and walking into the bathroom.
There where a couple plastic cups right beside the sink. You grab the top one and turn on the tap. Tapping your fingers against the counter as you wait for the cup to fill, you look back into the room to check on everything.
Jade was now sitting on the loveseat, slumping down sleepily onto the armrest. You flick off the tap and quietly walk over to her.
"Jade. Hey Jade.", You say softly, tapping her on the arm.
"Mhhm?", the black-haired girl replied.
"I got you a cup of water.", You hand it to her.
She mumbles a cheery "thanks" and sips on it lightly.
You co-erse her back to the bed and laid her down on it, placing the water next to her on the nightstand. As you go to walk back to the loveseat, Jade grabs your hand and mutters another soft "thank you".
Yea, today was a good day.
Be prepared for sex and violence in the next chapter, hell yea. 'Till next time. -Asch.