The two blondes watched as Dirk's house burnt to a crisp, ashes dancing in the air. The sound of burning wood and rock crumbling was mixed with panicked screams of by-passers and neighbors. A loud siren was heard in the distance, and it quickly approached closer and closer to the scene. Dave was at loss of words, and so was Dirk.

"Our homes are gone." Breathed Dirk. "Fuck." He clenched his fists and watched as firefighters put out the fire. Dave stood by him, taking no side glances, eyes only glued on the burning red flames. "Shit dude." He muttered below his breath, and Dirk nodded slightly.

Over time the flames were tamed, and Dirk stepped forward to talk with the police. It seemed as if they weren't going to leave the scene until the whole situation was covered.

"Evening officer." Dirk stuck out his hand for a handshake, and the police man complied. "Evening." The suited man sternly answered, gripping Dirk's hand. "Is this your property?" Asked the officer and Dirk nodded.

"Care to explain how this whole situation began?" The words were harsh, as if they held Dirk guilty when he was the victim. Dave stood right by Dirk's side, silently listening to the whole conversation. "Sure officer." Dirk began, trying to stay as polite as he can. He took a deep breath, and...

"I accidentally burned my food. The fire gout out of hand, and engulfed my whole house. I was no longer able to contact emergency services, as my belongings are now long gone. I assume it was one of my trusty neighbors who called for you, and I am grateful."

Dirk finished simply, and his story seemed to please the officer. But not Dave. The shaded man knew exactly what was going on, and he didn't like Dirk's lies the slightest bit. He pulled on the blonde's shirt, but the taller male only swatted the hand away.

"An accident you say?" The police man stroked his tangerine chin. "I understand completely. I am sorry for your loss." He removed the officer's hat, and messy brown hair sprung out. The man bowed, and apologized once more. "This isn't the first house raided today, there's been another one today, flooded like a damn tank." The man shook his head. "The investigation will begin tomorrow, but I shouldn't be talking about it." He finished and straightened up, placing his hat back on before grinning. "I assume you have a place to stay at, right?" Dirk nodded, and with that the officer took his leave.

Dave was not impressed by Dirk. "Dude." He muttered and shook his head in denial. Dirk only sighed, not knowing how to answer. Dave took a deep breath. "So, you do have a place to stay at?" He asked, and received an answer instantly. "Nope." Dirk crossed his arms, and repeated the word silently. "Nope. No I don't."

Dave couldn't comprehend, he was not happy. "What? Then why lie? Why did you lie about all that to the police, they could have helped us!" The blonde raised his voice. "They could have been after that shit face Caliborn right now, and we-" Dirk slammed his hand over Dave's mouth to stop his bickering. This gesture took the blonde at surprise, but he was more frightened by Dirk's loud scolds that followed.

"I told you already, you little shit!" He shouted, scaring away any pedestrians. "If we get involved with the police, we get thrown in the slammer too! Just how dense are you, huh?" He removed his hand, and Dave stayed quiet. "Even if it didn't happen, the pigs can't do anything against the Zodiacs, let alone Caliborn!" Dirk continued to reason. "We have to do this alone, you get it?" He asked, and Dave nodded.

"Whatever man." Sighed the blonde. "But where are we going to stay tonight then?" He asked, and Dirk shrugged. "Hotel?" His answer made Dave snicker a bit. "Again?" Dirk kept a straight face, and began walking away. "You know the routine lil man."

Karkat made his way down a long hall. In his shaking hands, he held tiny notes with gray text on them. Behind him, Terezi was sniffing the perimeter, making sure no one was around. As he passed many doors with different Zodiac signs, he slipped one note through a crack in a door. After he was done handing out the papers, him and Terezi quickly made their way into a small, secret opening.

In one of the rooms, a person was quite disturbed by what just happened. He was not expecting a note to just slide from under his door. "Uhhh..." He muttered unsurely, and slowly crawled towards the note. When he saw gray text he sighed of relief, knowing too well that it was Karkat's. The note was simple and read:

"THE DUNGEON. NOW. BURN THE NOTE."

"Uhh, burn the note?" A Taurus pondered, and grabbed some matches from a drawer. He lit it up, and burned the note. "Well, uhh." He talked to himself. "I guess I should get going then. Uhh, I gues..." With that, he waddled towards his doors, metal legs clanking at every step. He peeked through his doors to see other Zodiacs raging out in the corridor. The bickering was loud, so he could even hear the conversations from the furthest door.

"KK i2 loo2ing hi2 mind again." A tall male with a Gemini sign talked to a girl with long, black and wavy hair. "What doe2 hi2 royal a22 want2 thi2 time?" But the girl seemed uninterested in the conversation. "He lost his marbles long ago. I don't care for him that much to be honest. Ribbit." She hiccuped at the end of her sentence. "Ops, sorry. That happens."

Over from the far end, complaints in a posh voice were heard. "I cannot believve that Kar is doing this again. I havve had enough of him!"

And taking a glance at the secret entry, a tiny girl was seen crawling through the opening while giggling and a larger man making sure she doesn't hurt herself.

The Taurus was slowly exiting his room, when he was jump scared by another Zodiac. "Tavros!" The voice was pushy, and caused Taurus to jump. "Ahh!" He exclaimed, and turning around to see who it is, he frowned. "Oh, uhh, hi Vriska."

"Tavros, can you believe it? Karkat is doing this again!" The Scorpio threw her hands in the air from frustration. "He is still emerged in the idea that he's the leader, the all mighty! Well he's not!" Vriska crossed her hands. "Just because Kankri was the previous leader, doesn't mean his cousin has to be the leader. There are far more eligible leaders here... like me!"

Tavros shook his head. "I don't think so." He claimed, and Vriska sent him a death glare. "I uhh, just think that you'd get corrupt in the power, and uhh, make the situation worse." He ran a shaky hand through his mow-hawk, and Vriska just kept glaring. "Whatever, Pupa boy." She pushed Tavros out of the way, causing him to slam his door shut. "We all know that's true though." Tavros watched as she crawled through the opening, followed by many more. He sighed, and son followed suit.

By the time Dirk and Dave have found a hotel which first floor was free, it has become dark. They both entered the room and Dave plopped down on the bed, exhausted from the continuous walking. He removed the katana, and hid it under the bed. Dirk pulled out a wallet, and counted his notes.

"Are you actually planning on paying for the room this time?" Dave asked comically, but Dirk shook his head. "Nah." He said. "I'm going out to the pub. You going?" He asked and glanced at Dave, waiting for an answer.

"The pub?" Dave asked. "Like, alcohol?" Dirk nodded. "Well duh? How old are you anyways? Can you even drink?"

Dave shrugged. "I'm nineteen." That was all Dirk needed to know, he walked towards the door, and placed his hand on the handle. "You're old enough, you can drink." But before Dirk left, Dave spoke up. "I don't drink. Unless it's apple juice or something rad."

"Apple juice?" Dirk asked. "What are you, six? You're a god damn man, you can have shots. C'mon lil man, lets hit the bar." Dirk opened the room, and waved his hand in an inviting gesture, but Dave refused. "Nah man, I said I don't drink. That shit's nasty." Dirk only shrugged it away and left, closing the door behind him.

Dave sighed. "Great." He lied back down on the bed, sprawling his hands and legs about. He removed the shades, and closed his eyes for an instant. A while later Dave heard rustling at the doors. He opened his eyes and was met with complete darkness.

Shit, how long was I out for?

He grabbed his shades and threw them on swiftly. He moved his attention to the door, from which a drunk Dirk stumbled from. He tried to lock them, but failed miserably. Dave slid out of the bed and walked towards him. "Dude you are completely wasted." Dave grabbed Dirk by his hand, and moved him towards a chair. "Just sit here, I'll lock the damn door." Dave was going to lock the door, but Dirk grabbed him by the hand, stopping Dave in his track.

"Fuck the door, just..." He struggled to form sentences. "Sit. Sit with me." He was shivering, and Dave took pity. "Fine dude, just let go. Fuck, your breath stinks." Dave sat across from Dirk in another chair, and listened to what the man had to say. "This better be good." He mumbled to himself.

Dirk sat in quiet for a while, before he spewed nonsense. "Your eyes are pretty." This statement made Dave burst out laughing. "What the fuck, dude? Hahaha!" Dirk didn't respond in any manner, he just stared with a poker face at Dave. He burped, and spoke up. "What?" He asked. "They are. Pretty red eyes."

"Dude you are talking shit, you're wasted bro." Dave leaned in to pat Dirk on his shoulder. The drunk male shook his head, and swayed his hands left to right, nearly loosing his balance in the process. "Rubbish." He muttered, holding onto his chair. "I speak the truth when I'm drunk. That's what Jake told me." Said Dirk, and Dave rubbed his chin with a devilish smile. "Is that so?"

He leaned in, and questioned. "What would Jake say if he found out you're complimenting my eyes?" Dirk snickered. "Pshh. Jake? He would agree, because it's true. I tell Jake his eyes are pretty every day, so he wouldn't mind if I said your eyes are pretty." He reached for Dave's shades and removed them. Dave allowed him to do so, just to humor himself. "See? Red like... like cherry." Dave only laughed. Dirk kept talking, and Dave listened. "I don't understand why you hide them. They are cool. Better than mine."

That statement stirred Dave's interest. "Better than yours?" He asked. "What color are your eyes? Blue? Green?" He guessed. "They're green right?"

Dirk shook his head. "Hah dude. The color is damn weird." This took Dave by surprise. He watched as Dirk slowly removed his shades, and fumbled with both glasses in his hands. He opened his eyes and revealed bright orange orbs. "Whoa." Dave exclaimed. "I thought I was the only one with freaky eyes." Dirk only shrugged, and plopped the shades on the table.

"So lil man, ask away." Dirk leaned back in his chair, and waved his hands about as if presenting something. "Ask me anything, I'll answer truthfully. I'll probably forget about this all in the morning." Dave felt as if he found the treasure. He was going to use this opportunity to figure out Dirk completely.

"How old are you anyways? Are you even old enough to drink?" He asked, and Dirk answered simply. "I'm..." He brought out his fingers to help him count. "Twenty-one." Dave nodded to himself. "Pretty young."

"How long have you and Jake been together?" Dirk's head shot up at the ceiling and he dragged his words. "I think... about..." He brought his fingers up again to help him count. "Three years?" He stuck out three fingers at Dave. "That's three right?" Dave laughed and nodded. "Yeah dude, that's three alright."

"Okay I'm bored." Dirk slumped in his chair, sliding out of it slightly. "Making me math. I like math, but now like this." He turned his head to the side, and met his gaze with Dave. "Your turn." He said.

Dave's eyes widened. "My turn?" He asked, and Dirk nodded. "Yeah, time for me to ask questions." The blonde sighed, but agreed, trusting that Dirk'll forget it all tomorrow. "Fine."

"How gay are you for that blue eyed kid?" He swayed his hands in the air. "What's his name? Jake? No wait that's mine." Dave nearly choked on the air. "Excuse me?"

"You're excused, now answer my question." Dirk struggled to get back up on his chair. Dave crossed his arms. "What makes you think I'm a homosexual?"

God I sound like John...

Dirk shrugged, and Dave sighed. "Next question." Dirk finally cracked a smile and giggled a bit. "Haha, avoiding my question, meaning you're pretty gay." He hiccuped at the end of his sentence. Dave kept his arms crossed, and watched as Dirk coughed.

"Okay okay." Dirk cleared his throat. "Are you still a virgin?" Dave threw his hands in the air and Dirk laughed at his outburst. "Dude what the fuck kind of questions are these? Go to sleep, you are fucking wasted bro!"

The blonde stood up, and tried to pick Dirk up from the chair. "But are you one?" Dirk kept pushing and smirking. "Dude! Your breath reeks!" Dave swatted the air from in front of his nose. Dirk pulled a devilish smile, and backed up a bit. Dave stared at him blankly. "Dude, what are you doin-" But before he could utter a word, Dirk attacked him and they both landed in the bed.

Dave squealed slightly, and tried to push Dirk off. "Dude! GET OFF!" Dave whimpered and kicked, anything to get Dirk off him. But the drunk blonde held on tight, his strong hands were wrapped tightly around Dave's hips, and his head was buried in his chest. Dave felt his face redden, and he wished his shades were on. "Dirk! DIRK!" He kept fighting, but Dirk was too strong. There was nothing Dave could do physically.

"Dirk get off me!" He kept calling out to him, but Dirk didn't even flinch. "Are you even listening to me?" Dave lowered his voice, and then stopped talking completely. All he could hear were light snores.

"That fucker. He passed out." The blonde sighed, and ceased his attempts to escape Dirk's grip. He stared at the ceiling for a good while. before sleep took over.

"Fuck you, Dirk."