=few hours later when there's insanely loud music and people getting drunk as picklos=
I sat angrily on the couch, watching everyone get drunk as hell. I refused to drink because SOMEONE had to be sober at this party, to maintain sanity.
I look up to see Claire, ofcourse drunk as jello, being given a piggy back ride by a her seemingly annoyed moirail, Rachel, a tall red haired human.
Your not surprised to see she wasn't drunk, she would never drink when her apeshit bananas counterpart was. She was definitely the better half of their moirailage that kept the insanity to a minimum.
"Hi (y/n) I'm taking this dwarf home.. she doesn't need any more booze in her system." She said looking at the delusional female troll giggling. "I just wanted to wish you luck."
"HAAAH COOKIES *hic* NOM NOM." Claire says noming on Rachel's shoulder lightly. "Nom nom nom.."
Rachel sighs. "Yeah ok, nice to see yah, oh and good luck also, with that." I say pointing to Claire. she smiles and thanks me before walking out. "TOO NARNIAAAAA!!!!" Claire shouts wiggling her feet and pointing ahead.
I go back to doing whatever it is I was doing. Dave walks over and drapes his arm across my shoulder.
"Hhhheeeeey (y/n)!" Dave says breathily into my face. I grimace at the smell of vodka that bitch slaps me right in the fricken face. THAT ASSHOLE.
"Hhhheeeeey davey." I reply. "You smell like a fucking bar."
"Heh yeah *hic* niiiice.."
I attempt to wiggle his arm off my shoulder be he tightens his grip.
"Dave Strider you will remove your arm and let me go to bed."
He merely scoffs. "And if I dooooont...?"
"I will scream."
"Okay."
"and blow a rape whistle."
"Rape whistle? Sure."
"This is rape, Dave."
"Fun."
"Nope. Not fun."
"...."
"Dave."
".."
"Dave wake up."
I poke his pale face. Yes. He is most definitely asleep. And snoring hard.
Man can he snore.
He snores harder than the level at which gamzee and tavros are probably fucking in the other room.
"UuuUuUUgHGh DAVE." I push him off me, letting him slump over onto the floor.
"Yea. Das rite."
