Hello everyone! Seiiki here. Finally right? Well, I was busy moving states for the past few months which led to the reason why this fic hasn't been updated. I'm sorry to all of you who had high hopes of a fast update. But now that I'm settled in, I'll be updating once or twice a week. You can also follow me on tumblr if you'd like! .com

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The sunlight pierced through the red tinted curtains of Dave's apartment, filling the room with the morning glow of floating dust particles and the sudden disdain in wanting to rise from bed. Ever so grudgingly, his hand floated and then hovered over the snooze button to his alarm clock. Natural instincts told him to hit that fucking button as hard as he could, but something was off. He never heard the ear piercing wail of the buzzer.

With the realization, he lifted a lid slowly to peer at the time. 11:47. 11:47?! Shit! Dave's head immediately whirred into action as he slipped out of his bed and to his feet, the carpet gently caressing his feet and as much as he would have loved to enjoy that feeling, he ignored it and wobbled as quick as he could to his closet.

Plated with mirrors on the doors which slid open, he placed an open hand atop the glass and stared into his own hazy red tinted eyes. He couldn't tell if it was the hangover talking, but he felt like he was forgetting something important from last night. What was it..? Oh well, he'd remember in a minute or so. What really mattered was getting his ass out of that apartment and onto the street in 13 minutes before he missed his interview.

By some ungodly turn of fate, he was offered a job at the local bar by a miss Roxy Lalonde, who seemed to almost always either be drunk or so stoned she couldn't tell a martini from a beer. Dave had been a regular since he moved into town, and that's where he met his boyfriend. Karkat Va- KARKAT.

Turning on a dime via his heel, he turned to see a sleeping mess of raven hair under his sheets. No wonder the alarm didn't go off. That douche probably turned it off last night just so he could sleep off his hangover. Yeah, that didn't go according to plan.

Deciding he'd better get himself gussied up first, Dave reached quickly into his closet and pulled out a pair of black slacks and white dress shirt. After adorning his favorite red tie, he blindly reached towards his nightstand and picked up his aviators.

Before placing them on, he took a good hard look at himself. Professional. Elegant. Proper. If only those words rang true. The freckles sprawled across his face. His shoulders shrugged as he lifted his hands to place on his shades. But before they could go over his ears, he looked closer at the blackish blue circle that was tinting beneath his left eye. Oh my god. Karkat really did fucking hit him hard. His fingers touched delicately upon the bruised skin before he cringed in a slight pain.

What where they even fighting over? Shit that was a few drinks and a few hours ago and Dave didn't have time to remember.

Taking a quick glance over at the muss of black hair one more time, Dave sighed and turned off the lights as he exited the room. Whatever had happened, he didn't want to be there when Karkat woke up.

Traffic wasn't as bad as he thought it would be. It was noon and the streets seemed almost too quite to be true. The sky was bright and the sun was beating down like any other August day. Good thing he'd never forget his sunglasses at home. Rumor had it that they had been prescription ones too. But Dave would never admit to it, nor did he take the time to deny it.

Pulling to a sudden hault, he parked in the side lot next to the Tipsy Cat and took stride as he walked through the door only to be greeted by Roxy's smile and a new face. This new girl had the blackest of black hair and it seemed to drape over her shoulders perfectly and fit her cheeks in this girlish yet tom boyish manner. He couldn't tell why, but it seemed as though Dave had met her before. The face was new but there was just something- "Dave! Well look who decided to show up, ya silly!" Roxy interrupted his thought as she swung over to him and layed an arm around his shoulder.

"Now tell me Davey, do you think you'd do well here?" Her speech was slurred and if Dave wasn't already sure, he'd bet on his life he could smell some sort of alcohol on her breath. Today it seemed to be a mix of Cake Vodka or UV. He didn't know what it was, but Vodka in general just didn't sit well with him. His nose crinkled as he looked over at her, beneath that blonde swoop of bangs. "Roxy. I'd do better here than Barack does in Office." That was his way of saying fuck yeah just hire me already.

"Well Mr. Struudle, I think you got yerself a job! Drinks are on the house, I mean bar." Damnit Roxy. When was the last time you had been sober enough to be coherent? Although Dave couldn't complain, it was 5' o clock somewhere.

Dave was then curious again about the girl he'd just seen sitting up at the bar. Now, all be it far from Dave to make the first move, but he took no time in sliding into the seat next to her to begin casually eyeing her from the side of his glasses.

Just wow. Her face. And those eyes. Holy shit had he seen anything more beautiful? Normally Dave had a soft spot for men but this girl was just breath taking. He would maybe go as far as to say he'd take off his shades to say hello formally. Ignoring that idea, he took a look at her drink . Huh, she must be looking to get hammered…No one drinks a Long Island Iced Tea at noon. Whatever the case, he chimed in a bit hoping to grab her attention. "So, what the hell happened to make you drink that this early." It wasn't really a question, more of statement.

"Oh nothing really. Just wanted a strong drink is all." Oh god her fucking voice. Dave stopped in his mental tracks as he heard that sweet tone in his ears. Keep talking. Please. "Don't we all just want to get a little tipsy? Haha." Her laugh wasn't as happy as he'd hoped it would be. It seemed like she was staring off into nothing as her fingers danced around her glass slowly, almost as if she was fidgeting. "Aren't you going to drink something?" Dave took a minute. "No, I don't think so. I have to drive myself home. Don't need another damn ticket. Or another accident." That was the most responsible thing Dave had said in years.

But sooner or later, he'd realize that his heart was about to be in the biggest wreck he could imagine. A 3 car pile up and a lot of debris.