I like that some people seem interested in this :3 it makes me a happy panda.
Be the other guy.
You are now Dave Strider. You are really freaking tired. That's because your best bro is derp. He's a really adorable derp, but a derp nonetheless, and that comment was definitely made in an ironic fashion. Definitely.
You guess that it isn't as bad as when your Bro sometimes wakes you up in the mornings by beginning a strife while you're still in bed. You'd rather be hit with a pillow than with one of Bro's piece-of-shit katanas. You can't help but stay on your guard because of all that. Half of you is paranoid that he followed you here, and that he's going to pop out, out of nowhere, and insist on a hash rap or something else that you really don't want to deal with around your friends, partly because Bro sort of kind of pretty much always completely kicks your ass, and you have a reputation to maintain with these people.
You don't complain any more as you pack into a taxi to take you to the park. They let you have the front passenger seat, and if you look in the center rear view mirror, you can just barely see Egbert as he leans his face into the window excitedly.
You find yourself at complete ease in the dry California heat, so similar to the weather back home. The scenery is different though, and you have a feeling that you're going to be using the camera hanging around your neck a lot.
The amusement park doesn't open until ten. It's nine thirty. People are everywhere. People are dumb. Who would show up a half-hour before the park opened just to get a good place in line?
Oh. You would. But it's all Egbert and Harley's fault, you swear. They don't have problems with the hours right now, since John didn't have to deal with a change, and Jade just fell asleep as soon as you got to the hotel. As frustrating as you're sure it is for her to have narcolepsy, you also think that sometimes it might be nice. You and Rose stayed up for a while before she stated that it would be wise to attempt to sleep. You didn't listen. Fuck time. You can handle a few hours. What's a few hours. You could be the knight of freaking time if you wanted to be, you're just that damn cool.
People come out and start dancing and shouting, and you stop paying attention, even when Egbert insists you go up and dance with them ironically. You flatly decline before everyone swarms to the gates to get in.
"Okay," John says, being the friend-leader-type that he is, "So I think we should go to X2 first. Apparently it's the coolest ride in the whole park, and the lines for it are insane, so if we get there before everyone else, we won't have to wait so long."
Jade eagerly agrees, now bouncing around just as much as Egbert, and Rose smiles and nods. You smirk. That's all the acknowledgement they need from you, and the second you're in, you're bolting, following the signs to the alleged coolest ride. You'll be the judge of that. You and your Bro are the only ones that can decide what's the coolest. You are easily the fastest of your group, but you honestly have no clue where you're going, so you allow Egbert and his frustratingly slow speed to navigate. There are other people already in front of you as well, so you have a pretty good idea as to where you're going. It would seem that several other people have the exact same thoughts on what direction to go. It's pretty chaotic around you, but you get a similar spiel at the Six Flags park back home. But that Six Flags fucking sucks, and the one here is supposed to be the best of all of them, even though it was in Texas first. You reach the line and then take the lead, hopping over all the empty parts of the line instead of going around every barricade. John attempts to copy you and fails miserably, taking longer to jump each metal railing than it would take to go around. You almost smile, and wonder how frequently he tries to copy all the stunts he sees in his precious movies. And how frequently it goes horribly for him. You suppose he can settle for learning the soundtracks on piano and playing them at whatever chance he gets. You're willing to bet good money that he can play all of that dumbass 'how can I live without you' song from Con-Air by memory.
You manage to get there to catch the second train on the ride, and your eyes widen a little when you see how the ride functions. The people are pulled backwards up to the peak of the ride, then dropped. Just dropped. Backwards. The gates open, and you end up on the end next to Rose. A guy with long black hair and towel around his neck comes by and makes sure everything is secure. You're confidence with this does not improve. In fact, with all the sweat rolling off this guy's face, he just looks really sketchy, and if anything it makes you even more nervous. The ride pulls you away, and you blink, moving a hand up to hold tightly onto the stem of your glasses, lest they fall off. Hey, if you're going to be killed on a roller coaster, damn well you're going to be one cool-looking corpse.
I'm really sorry. I like being mean to Dave.