Oh my gosh you guys. I am so fuckin sorry for the lack of updating.

My computer screen cracked (my bad) and I had to get it fixed because it was just fucked up to no end. And that took about two weeks, so that is my reason for lack of updating.

And I'm sorry this chapter sucks cow butt.

"You like rap?"

"It's okay, I guess. I mean, I've never really had an interest in music before. All my interest is in movies."

Dave raised his eyebrow. "Yeah? What kind of movies?" Please not romcoms. Please not romcoms…

"Well I really can't base my interest on a certain genre. I guess I can tolerate all sorts of movies. I mean, I never really choose a basic kind of movie for my liking…."

Dave sighed. Well it's better than nothing…

He and John were currently sitting outside, on Sommers' back patio, where people were smoking pot, and random bystanders having sex. The stars were fully out, which seemed strange for the atmosphere they were in; a drunken adult party where the swag was off the charts, and bitches were flying. Not usual for a romantic under-the-starlight scene that you would find in one of Karkat's romcoms.

John sighed, leaning back against the brick wall of the house. He was staring off at random point in space, not paying attention to the world outside. The small light of the moon created a glow on his face, making his bright blue eyes even brighter than before. They seemed to sparkle, even.

Dave looked over at the boy. "What are you even doing here, anyway?"

John coughed. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you don't seem like the type to go to a rave or get drunk on a Friday night… So I'm just wondering why you even came to this fail party…"

John twitched his mouth into a smile. "Karkat made me. He said that if I didn't come, then he would punch me in the ear. And… I'd rather have my ear not damaged. So I just came and tried to hide myself as a wallflower…" He looked over at the cool kid. "So why are you here? You seem very uninterested in this whole party thing. I mean, you did call it a fail party."

Dave smirked. "I love parties, man. I just don't love… Alex Sommers parties. Last time I went, I ended up adding another member to my already small family."

John raised an eyebrow. "What exactly happened?" he asked curiously, leaning forward.

"Well I'm just gonna put it on this: don't underestimate the stupid game 'pin the tail on this donkey'. Serious shit will go down, and by the end of the night, you will end up owning a mule named El Pacho."

John was in a giggling fit, and he held onto Dave. "Why El Pacho?"

"Because it's either a cultural multitude of embracing one's inner Mexican, or it's a brand of really cheap tasting taco shells."

"Yeah they do taste like shit, don't they?"

"Oh hell yes they do. They taste like shit, wrapped in a used baby diaper, and coated with Karkat's semen. That is the definition of El Pacho, my friend."

John wrinkled his nose in disgust. "Eh… that is pretty disgusting. And… Karkat's semen? How would you know what that taste like?"

Dave bit his lip, hiding back a smile. "Well let's just say that two Alex Sommers parties ago, was the night that Karkat and I had a fabulous and passionate night of dancing."

John coughed awkwardly. "I don't think that this 'dancing' you speak of, is actual dancing."

Dave snorted. "Of course not."

The blue eyed boy blushed. "O-Oh… W-well what did Terezi think of that?"

Dave rolled his red eyes from behind his glasses, even though he knew John couldn't see them. "Eh, she didn't really blame Karkat. She scowled and called him a man whore. Then she proceeded to kiss him. After that, I got a mad bitch slap. Not fun to get slapped by an angry girlfriend of an angry and pissy little dude."

John giggled. "Wow. That's weird. Terezi's real nice! Whenever I go over to Karkat's house, she's always there. Once, she introduced me to her stuffed dragons! They were so cool!"

The corner of Dave's mouth twitched up. "Those stupid dragons? Wow, I thought she would've outgrown them… heh."

He shrugged. "Meh. Karkat told me if I didn't say anything positive about them, then he'd pinch my lip. I really don't know why… but yeah."

Dave chuckled. "The only thing Vantas told me to say about the dragons was, 'Just don't upset them. She'll hurt you.' I guess that was some good advice…"

John shrugged. "Meh."

"So what did you say that made her like you?"

He chuckled. "I said Eragon ain't got nothing on her dragons. Then she cackled, hit me with her walking stick, and kissed me on the cheek in front of Karkat."

"Damn. I shoulda used that bit. All I said was that the purple one was fat, and she threw a fucking hissy fit and punched me in the balls. Then she went crying to Karkat about how inconsiderate I was about the dragon's medical condition. Then Vantas rolled his eyes and kicked me out."

John laughed. "Wow. Wrong words, dude."

He shrugged. "Meh. I try."

John sighed. "I really don't wanna stay here any longer."

Dave shrugged. "Neither do I."

John grinned. "Wanna leave? We can go do something else like see a movie or something."

"Thank fucking God. I thought you'd never ask."