And I Told Them I Invented Times New Roman [billdip]

Dancing Dead

FRIDAY, JUNE 3rd

Waking up with a pounding headache was not the ideal way to spend one's Friday, or really any day, but it was the way Dipper's day started. Rolling off his mattress, he slowly stood up from the floor and paused for a moment, waiting for the dizziness to subside. He groaned, rubbing his eyes in hopes his vision would return back clearer. Stumbling to his bathroom, he opened the medicine cabinet and threw two Tylenol into his hand, downing it with water from the sink.

"God, what did I do?" Dipper groaned again, studying his appearance in the mirror. His hair was much more messy than usual, though still managed to cover his birthmark. His eyes held some bags, but nothing he hadn't seen on himself before. He'd seen worse, considering that several times in college he'd pull multiple all-nighters to finish a writing project because he didn't want to break his creative flow. This was nothing he couldn't fix with his sister's concealer, of which he had borrowed from her... secretly.

Rubbing his eyes once more, he grumbled to himself as he brushed his teeth, then attempted to comb his mop he called hair. Looking decent enough for not at all leaving his apartment, he called it quits and left the bathroom, flicking the light off.

Trying to recall the events of the previous night, he walked out into his living room and laid on the couch. Mabel had dragged him out of the apartment and took him to some club. He remembered the name was kind of ridiculous, being Dance You Dance, and it had to be some sort of inside joke to the owners. He knew he drank a lot of alcohol, because nothing else could be causing his hangover. He vaguely recalled having quite a few shots of tequila, and a rum and coke, but couldn't remember much afterwards. It was foggy and the harder he strained his head, the more it throbbed and hurt.

What Dipper could remember was the blonde man that he had danced with, though he couldn't remember the entire night. It was a very blurred memory when trying to access anything past the first couple of hours there, and he certainly didn't remember getting home. Mabel must've brought him back.

Dipper's attention focused back on the blonde, and he felt annoyed that he never got to learn his name. Not that they really had exchanged many words. Though, he was sure the blonde learned his name (well, nickname) through Mabel's shouting, but Dipper hoped that maybe he pretended to not know her well enough for him to not know.

"Why am I even thinking about this?" he wondered aloud. He recognized that he would probably never see that man again; he didn't even know his name! How else would he find him? Why would he want to find him? "Ugh. This is too much for my head."

He sat up on the couch, looking at the clock on his desk, telling him it was past two o'clock in the afternoon. What time did I get home?

Dipper ran his fingers through his hair, sighing. I hope I didn't do something stupid.

Pushing himself off the couch, he staggered towards the kitchen and put on a cup of coffee. As he waited for the water to heat, he found himself lost in his thoughts once more.

"Who was that guy?" Dipper mumbled to himself, remembering the male figure who was slightly taller than him; he remembered the way his shaggy blonde hair fell across his face, seemingly moving in the same fluidity that the rest of him did. He was charismatic and infectious, and somehow was able to lure Dipper to the dance floor with him.

The coffee maker beeped, sending him back to reality as he poured the coffee in a mug, but he quickly fell back into his thoughts. What if he had actually said something to the guy instead of just dancing? Instead of just shamelessly grinding against the stranger in the middle of a night club? What if—

"There's no point," Dipper huffed, cutting off his thoughts. 'What ifs' weren't going to solve anything, as he couldn't go back in time to change his actions. At least, not without the help of that random time travel guy, but he hasn't seen or heard from him since Mabel and him had set him free.