[Gamzee crows with utter delight, actually getting up to dance on the table, this time, and very nearly knocking the bottle of vodka over. He's had enough time to get well and truly lit, now, the alcohol burning through his system in wonderful waves.]

Hell yeah! I got me all my fine bitches in the house~ [And laughing again, he jumps down and dances around Tavros's chair, stopping in front of it, and bending over, bracing his hands on the arms and staring at the Hufflepuff from only a few inches away.] That is if I don't be losing you all to the motherfuckin' pokey for killing a prof, or to a deathmatch for the motherfuckin' hand of Egbert.

[This time when he kisses Tavros, it's right on the corner of the mouth, and then he's dancing away again, over to Karkat, and without even asking permission, he scoops the smaller boy up in his arms, bridestyle, spins him around, then flops back on the bed so the Gryffindor's basically splayed across his lap.]