My name is Dave Strider and, wait. Why am I hanging from the ceiling? Shit man, there was trash everywhere. My head was a little fuzzy, and I can`t remember much. I jumped down and crushed three empty glass bottles on the way. The clock was disconnected from the wall, so time was lost to me. Several people were stumbling out of the entanglement of limbs that was last night`s party. My sound system had various fluids on it. I groaned audibly and determined how much I needed to clean later. I picked it up nonetheless and carried it with me as I looked around, further examining the damage.
Outside the dorm room, the pool was relatively vacant. John was, however, laying on an inflatable pool bed thing, whatever they were called. He wasn`t alone either, I noted. Karkat lay right next to him, curled up together. It would have been really cute, had they not been in the nude, and not very discreet about hiding their junk. I stifled my laugh and walked away from the happy couple. Several people were in the trees, and I couldn't help but notice that Sollux was actually dangling in the tree, pining after what appeared to be a large bee hive. He probably needed a fix. Junkies are weird, I think as the guy nearly fell out of the tree.
Turntables in hand, I shook my head at the silliness around me, debating whether or not to stay and watch the mayhem unfold as people start to wake up. And, oh look. John was slowly coming to his senses. Karkat was still out cold though, shame. I pulled up a lawn chair that didn`t contain bodily fluids and sat to watch the show.
John was decidedly heterosexual, and reminded people on a daily basis. Quite frankly, people always assumed he was just covering. I watched the feeble attempt he made to remove himself from the situation. It was hilarious, and I had to leave before my laughter told them I was paying attention.
I found my phone buzzing in my pocket just after that. It was Terezi. She was telling me something about how awful that party was last night, and we needed to damage control the entire party. I texted back with a quick "What damage?" and waited for the response. I might as well head home now. There wasn`t any classes today, but college really did decide to throw us for a loop with the homework they`ve assigned. I think I had a graphic design to make and a sick beat to drop, but I wasn`t quite coherent enough to think clearly.
My phone buzzed again and Terezi`s text practically screamed at me. Look online, idiot! I widened my eyes and rushed inside to the nearest laptop. Thankfully enough, it was logged in already. I scrolled down the newsfeed and horror flooded my brain. Pictures from last night were plastered everywhere. Comments rang out such as "Hot damn! Why wasn`t I invited?" under a picture of Rose and Kanaya kissing, and one of the pictures showed John and me doing a keg stand together. "How many times were the police called?", "Get some!" and I couldn`t help but chuckle at the pictures. Terezi was riding Tavros like a bull, Feferi was holding onto Eridan`s scarf as he threw up into the toilet, Vriska was defending her precious cupboard with beer cans and duct tape. Damn, that party looked fun.
I texted Terezi, still mindlessly scrolling through all the pictures. "Looks like a sick party." I closed the laptop and took my turntable out the front door with me. John and I could meet up again at the apartment later. One last look at the scene gave me an eye full of several horrified people just waking up and an amused Rose as her and Kanaya walked downstairs. Kanaya was a disco ball. I shrugged it off and closed the door behind me. I had to get some coffee.
A/N: thank you for reading this installment of Miracles! I do hope you find it appealing. The next chapter will be written by my lovely cohost by the pen name of MorganGrimm - Enjoy!