As the small red car slipped into it's parking area outside, Dave slowly turned the keys back; turning the car off as he stepped out into the night air once more since the highway embrace. Turning his head, he took a look into the 3rd floor of his apartment complex. The light wasn't on, so there was a piece of hope that Karkat had left earlier. At least he hoped.

The souls of his shoes crunched the gravel beneath his feet as he walked over to the passenger seat to open Jade's door. Her head turned slowly to look up from her seat. Those jade eyes looking at Dave in wonder. She probably thought this was the nicest thing he'd ever do for her. Well, obviously that was proven wrong earlier when he offered her a place. Though, he didn't even know who she was at that point. And it still remained in both of their minds, they had to learn everything all over. Everything either of them had ever mentioned.

Of course when you speak in person, things end up differently than reading colored font on a screen. You have the time to read and think about it before they send another phrase. But now, you're face to face and you have to sit and listen without a second question.

Jade's hand gripped the door as she pulled herself out of the seat, seemingly ok and unfazed from the alcohol. She was desperately hoping that it had all settled and ran it's course. Speaking of the devil. The cold air hit her so hard, it made her stomach lurch inside of her. She immediately shoved Dave to the side and grabbed the railing at the end of the parking lot and leaned forward, projecting bile over the railing and onto the grass below. Her head as pounding and her mouth tasted like sour milk and bubblegum toothpaste (In her last attempt at the bar to freshen her breath.) .

In a stern concern, Dave reached over and placed his hands on both of her shoulders. He began to slowly rub them in hopes it would make her feel a bit at ease. "Looks like that wind got you pretty damn good." Jade had no words to respond, only another stream of vomit to spew over the rail yet again. The best thing Dave could think to do was pull her hair back and help as much as he could as the alochol ran out of her system.

After about 10 minutes, she ceased throwing up and coughed, rubbing her hand across her mouth as she sniffled a bit. "Shit...Never again." She spoke and a sickened groan followed as she leaned back and fell into Dave's arm. Let's just say it was unintentional.

He looked down and peaked over his aviators. Her face, even red and heated, was as beautiful as ever. He couldn't help but grow a little warmer inside. Raising his hand, he tangled his fingers in her hair and stroked softly through her raven locks. "Let's get you inside. Maybe a shower and some water would make you feel better than throwing up into the neighbors yard." A sliding glass door slipped open below and a disgruntled neighbor made a disgusting shriek. They took that cue to run to the door and go inside, giggling to each other.

Inside, Dave threw his keys on the counter and helped Jade towards the bathroom. Until a mop headed Karkat slipped into the hallway. His head cocked to the side to look behind Jade and at Dave. His face immediatley turned sour as he lurched forward beside Jade and pinned Dave to the wall. His fingers clenched into Dave's chest as he angrily spat into his face. "Who IS this bitch?! SOME BAR SKANK?" Dave glared down, shoving his knee against Karkat's thigh and away from him and into the wall beside him.

Dave wasn't one for needless violence, but something screamed inside of him to defend Jade, even from words. "Oh you would fucking know. How many times have I caught you with some dick from Roxy's place in your fucking BED." Karkat snarled and raised a hand to Dave, smacking him straight across the face. The mark didn't burn as bad as Dave's words.

"What ever. Fucking have fun with your bitch." Karkat hissed and furiously stormed into Dave's room after wriggling away from Dave's hold. Karkat ransacked his room, throwing everything that was his into his backpack. His shirt, shorts, boxers, even his glasses and phone. He had no reason to stay after he saw Jade. He could blame it on pure jealousy, but Dave had a feeling someone else was waiting for Karkat at his apartment across the block. There almost always was. Probably that no good clepto stoner Gamzee Makara.

Gamzee had gained a not so positive reputation around the town, especially after the incident at Roxy's bar, including Vriska Serket, the local tattoo artist. Gamzee had had too many, even after ignoring Roxy's constant 'You've had enough's. He ended up pinning Vriska against the bar and tried to punch her in the face. Although, everyone guessed that he had forgotten that Vriska had taken boxing for 4 years with Terezi, the towns Boxing instructor. Vriska took a knee to Gamzee's gut and her elbow to the back of his kneck. If it wasn't for Terezi stopping her, everyone was betting Vriska probably would have sent him to the ER or even killed him.

Karkat swiftly exited the bedroom door and bumped Dave in the shoulder before slamming the door behind him as he left the apartment.

It looked like Dave had to explain a few things to Jade...