Alternia Residential Complex

One Over The Eight

I'm a fucking idiot.

What kind of person takes somebody's phone and plays on it, doesn't speak to them, and starts yelling at the game. 

I don't even know why it's surprising anymore, how much of a bitchshitting almighty fucktardation I am. 

I think I may have had one drink too many, but when Gamzee hands me another shot I down it in one gulp and slump further into his couch. 

We're at his apartment. It's an abomination of nature. I don't think he ever cleans it. Or even owns a trashcan, for that matter. There are empty cans of faygo littered about the floor, several juggling clubs strewn about, a unicycle leaning against the wall that I know for a fact he doesn't know how to ride, and an actual pile of horns in the corner. 

But this isn't new to me. I come over here so often, to whine or mope or just hang out. Most times I don't get drunk. This is not one of those times.

My home isn't clean, but it's better than this. But however messy Gamzee's apartment is, it has a certain brightness to it. And not just from the shitty sconces. It has a light, an energy, that my apartment is certainly lacking. I never feel so alone here. I'm always alone at home, even if other people are there. Sometimes I wonder if I'm always alone, no matter what.

I don't think drinking helps in the long run, but I force myself not to think about tomorrow morning. Right now, it's the evening, and today was just another reminder of what a shitty person again. I get enough reminders. Right now, I just want it to go away.

But then I'm brought back to reality by the beeping of my cellphone, which I'm 95.67% certain means I got a text. It takes a moment for the sound to really register, but once it does I pull it out and flip it open.

It's Terezi.

H3Y K4RKL3S

HELLLOOOOo THERE MY ARLING TERSEIZ

...K4RK4T

4R3 YOU

YESSssEES QUITE POSSBILY 

WAIT WAHT WERE YOU GOIJG  TO ASK

DRUNK. YOU'R3 DRUNK.

4RE YOU AT G4MZ33'S HOUS3 4G41N?

YOU KNOW YOU 4LW4YS F33L T3RR1BLE 4FT3RW4RDS.

NO GRAMZEES MY BEST BRO

AHAHAHA 

GRAMZEE

K4RK4T 1'M COM1NG OV3R.

nSAWW UNNECESSAERY 

HOW DO YJUO EVEN SPELL THAT

UNECCESARY

UNNECCESSAIRY

My ponderings are interrupted by a loud knock on the door. Gog she got here quickly. Probably because she doesn't even live a block away. This is very funny, for some reason, and I start giggling hysterically as Gamz saunters over to the door.

"Come to be all up in the time what of partyin', sister?" He drawls lazily, but she pushes past him and, somehow deftly avoiding all the trash on the ground, maneuvers towards me.

"You're so blind." I choke out betweens laughs. "How are you even, like, doing that."

"I'm no more blind than usual." She says tightly. "Gamzee, how many drinks did he have?"

"Dunno, like three or six." He shrugs.

A few muscles in her jaw twitch and I can tell she's barely holding in the anger. Soon it'll burst out of her like a big motherfuckin flood from the Terezi dam.

"Come on, let's get you home." She tries to lift me. She's tiny, but I'm pretty tiny too, so she manages to support me, slinging one of my arms across her shoulders.

I stop laughing. I finally realize she's serious. "No."

"Yes."

"No. Rez, I--I can't go back there. I don't want to be alone again. Don't make me go back alone."

I see the pity in her eyes. I don't want pity. I step back, pushing her away in disgust. "You have no idea. People like you. I think." I pause to consider this. "They like you more than me." I conclude. "Only Gamzee likes me. So I'm staying here with him. We're having a--whatd'you call it, Gam?"

"A sleepbrover." He says calmly, watching from a distance.

"A sleepbrover." I announce. "So leave us alone."

"If he really cared about you, he wouldn't let you get this pissed." She coldly says, more to Gamzee than me. "I'm taking you home." She says firmly.

I stare at her with my best puppy dog eyes before realizing that won't help at all. "Trezzi," It comes out of my mouth weirdly slurred. "Please don't make me go home."

***

It's the morning. Somehow I'm in my own bed. I have a pounding headache.

I'm a fucking idiot.