sortinghat_logs | ~Forest of Depression~

[Gamzee's always running around in the Forest when he's not supposed to be, or at least at the edge, so it's probably no surprise that he's showing the way, pushing Tavros along, after having plopped a couple of bottles on the other boy's lap to carry for him.]

I think there's some motherfuckin' old shack around here somewhere ...

[Karkat trudged along next to them, hands shoved deeply into the pockets of his hoodie as his sneakers crunched against the ground. He didn't really know where they were going, considering he'd never willingly set foot into the forest before, but he was with Gamzee and Tavros so any worry went straight out the window.

Hell he was a little too stressed to bother with worry. He glances out the corner of his eye at Gamzee when he speaks, pursing his lips together.]

You mean the Shrieking Shack?

[Tavros's eyes widen when Karkat mentions the shrieking shack, but he doesn't say anything. Instead he just focuses on making sure that the booze in his lap doesn't fall. Because that would really, really suck.]

Huh? [Gamzee asks, looking surprised.] No ... ain't that the haunted house all up in Hogsmeade? That's kind of a long motherfuckin' walk, bro. No, I think there's some kind of other place around here what someone used to be living in, except not no more. Or we could just find that motherfuckin' tree me and Tav blazed up by last time.

[Gamzee's not so sure he wants to find that tree. That tree has a pretty significantly bad memory aossicated with it, that being his tastyfine friend telling him he liked girls, specifically Jade, that way, and not Gamzee. But he keeps the apprehension and bitterness out of his voice with by now practiced ease. Sometimes you had to hide shit, so your bros didn't worry about you, or feel bad.]

It'd be pretty hard to find one fucking specific tree in the middle of bumfuck nowhere.

[Karkat gestured to the woods surrounding them before sliding his hand back into the pocket of his hoodie. Already in their trek it was beginning to get dark in the Forbidden Forest, even with the mid afternoon sun shining in through the cracks of the canopy. He glanced at Gamzee again, knowing something was on his mind but at the same time not wanting to bring it up, especially if it had something to do with Tavros.]

'Sides, we're probably better off in a shack if we're getting fucking drunk.

[The Slytherin nodded sagely.] Long as that place to be all stinkin' up like old hobo, I think we be doing all right. I wish there was all being a spell for that shit. Finding things. [There probably was, but Gamzee's shit at Charms. Still, he thinks he sort of knows where it is, and heads deeper into the woods.] Wonder if they'd miss us if we stayed out here all motherfuckin' night?

[Karkat thinks back to his uncle and aunt in the castle. He still had a bad feeling in his gut, the guilty feeling that he should go back and apologize for blowing up at Uncle Sal. They'd been kind enough to take him in when his dad couldn't be bothered with him anymore, but...there was that factor too. Karkat wasn't sure he wanted to see his dead parents again anytime soon.]

Probably not. I really doubt anyone gives a shit right now.

[Well, that was wrong. There was Feferi, but she wasn't any part of this.]

We should stay out all night...

[Tavros's voice is quiet, sad. He doesn't want to go back. Not for a while. He kind of wishes he were home, but a shack in the woods sounded like an okay substitute.]

[Gamzee ruffles his fingers lightly through Tavros's hair, then reaches out to catch Karkat's hand, squeeze it.] Whatever you motherfuckers want to do, I'm game.

[They wandered for a little while. Luckily it wasn't night, or they'd probably never come across the little one room cabin/shack, overgrown the way it was with moss and creeping vines. When the Slytherin opened the door with a thump, dust was raised, and when he poked at the empty fireplace, a smattering of little birds flew out the chimney, chirruping accusingly. For the first time all day, the lanky boy laughs, and turns to his friends.]

Well? What you all be thinking on this place?

[There's a rickety table and some chairs. A creaky bed that smells like mildew and dust. But it's dry, and the windows are all intact, and Gamzee's brought some stuff in a rucksack over his shoulders ... it'll probably do for now.]

[Karkat observed the little cabin shack thing with a critical eye, though he couldn't be too critical, given it was probably going to be their little hideaway for the next few hours, possibly even the night. At least they were guaranteed some kind of safety in here, and all three of them had their wands. They were still on school grounds so it wasn't like they were going to get arrested for underage magic or anything.

The Gryffindor crosses his arms over his chest as he hears the floorboards creak under his feet, turning in place to look at everything before he shrugged his shoulders.]

It'll do I guess.

[Tavros had laughed along with Gamzee when the birds flew out. He couldn't help it, he loved animals. At Gamzee's question, he too looked around the little shack. It wasn't the best, but Tavros was never one to be overly critical on things.]

Uh, I think it's great!

[Gamzee thinks it's funny, how his two friends express themselves so differently, but basically mean the same thing in the end. He drops his bag on the bed, then scoops the bottles of booze out of Tavros's lap, flashing a mellow, lazy smile just for him before setting the two bottles on the table.

Then he takes a few steps over to Karkat, in that dancing way he has that manages to look both silly and oddly graceful, and taps the Gryffindor lightly on the chin.]

It's got the thing which we motherfuckin' need most, which is that no other motherfucker be here.

[Karkat reels back a little at the tap to his chin, ducking his head down against his chest. He's still a bit moody, but he's quite sure that the alcohol will make him forget about it. Forget about seeing his parents as ghosts, forget about hurting his uncle and breaking down in Feferi's arms. That's all he wants to do right now, just forget and be with what feels like the only two people who get him right now.

He runs a hand through his hair before letting out a grumbled sigh.]

Thank fucking god. At least something's gone right today. Let's get down to fucking business.

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Sounds, uh, like a plan to me!

[Grabby hands at the booze. Only not really, he's just going to wait patiently for someone to give him some. And then probably feel awkward about it when they do, considering hey he's kind of still a bit new to this.]

[Stoner Slytherin to the rescue! Gamzee'll just bust out some glasses from his bag (in fact they look like glass measuring cups from his potions set), set three of them out, and open up the bottle of vodka he brought from his last trip home. He pours three generous measures, then passes a cup to each of them, before taking up his own.]

Best shotgun these motherfuckers, there's kind of a burn.

[And taking the lead, Gamzee'll do just that, knocking back the cheap booze quickly.]

[Karkat takes notice of what the glasses look like but he doesn't say anything. Hell he trusted Gamzee enough to wash those things out before serving anything in them. He took the cup when offered, watching Gamzee down his before mimicking his movements - he'd never drunken anything alcoholic before, so it was probably a good idea to take an example.

It's only a second later that Karkat brings his head back down to cough into his free hand, eyes wide.]

Shit, that tastes like ass.

[But he's going to shut up and drink it anyway.]

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[Tavros notices as well, but he also doesn't say anything. It didn't really matter what they drank out of, right? So he takes his without complaint. He gets a little nervous at Karkat's reaction, but figures that maybe Karkat's just being a bit critical and that it's probably totally fine!

So he brings it up to his lips and gets a moderately sized mouthful. Just as he goes to swallow it, he realizes it tastes pretty awful. But some of it had already reached the back of his throat, and it spews out of his mouth as he begins choking and coughing, cheeks burning in embarrassment.]

[Gamzee can't help but laugh as he thumps Tavros on the back companionably.] Woah, bro, look, you kinda gotta ... let it slide to the back of your throat and swallow it fast? Don't let it sit in your mouth and shit, or yeah, that happens. I couldn't get my hands on no motherfuckin' mixers, but they still kinda taste like shit, even with motherfuckin' OJ.

[The first drink was already beginning to hit his head. Karkat had never drunken anything alcoholic before, mainly because he was underage, but even after all the movies he'd watched he knew a little bit about handling it. So when Tavros lets it sit in his mouth and makes that reaction, he shakes his head a little at the Hufflepuff, moving to sit down on the musty old bed.

It's a precautionary measure only, and his voice isn't its usual clipped tone when he speaks.]

Just fucking drink it like he says, man.

[Tavros continues coughing for a few seconds, his throat burning like mad. Finally he stops, and looks extremely embarrassed.]

Uh, sorry for... n-not doing it right, in the first place.

[He brings it back up to his mouth and this time he manages to get some swallowed without choking on it, but he does cough slightly.] On the bright side, um, I think I'm getting used to it...?

[Except no, not really but he doesn't want to sound like a total wimp.] I mean, um, Karkat was right, it kind of does taste like ass. But, uh, maybe ass is an acquired taste, and I'll get used to it!

[Wait, what. That came out wrong.]

[Gamzee laughs again, his weird, honking laugh, pouring himself another generous measure of crappy vodka.] That's what I motherfuckin' think! I mean, there are people all in the world out there who are into that, right? Into all kinds of crazy shit.

My motherfuckin' philosophy is don't be knocking all that crazy shit, 'til you be up and doing it, motherfucker! [raising his glass in a mock toast, then swallowing half of it in a go. Gamzee's never been very good at moderation.]

[Karkat couldn't help but place a hand to his forehead and roll his eyes at that comment. Though he shouldn't have been too surprised. There were really no words for how wrong that sounded. He handed his glass out to Gamzee, letting his hand fall to rest on his knee.]

Well if we're going to be making out I have to be more drunk than this. Hit me.

[Tav's eyes went wide at both of their comments.]

Whoa, uh, wait, wh- making out- what? No, uh, I mean, I'm n- Oh! Oh, haha. Ha. Oh, okay. Uh, you were joking! Haha...hah. That, yeah, uh, that's really funny!

[He brings the cup up to his mouth a little too quickly and bonks himself on his front teeth. Ow. He hopes no one notices that, as he drinks a little more of his booze.]

[There's a fleeting moment when Gamzee's looking at Tavros that an expression of sadness crosses his face - a kind of tired, beaten-in pain, and then he's ducking his head, letting his mass of hair hide his face neatly as he grabs the vodka and pours a generous amount for Karkat.]

I didn't all bring you motherfuckers here to have my motherfuckin' wicked way with you dudes. [He says, and to his credit, his voice sounds totally normal, easy and casual.] I know there ain't no ladies all up in this dusty-fine drink hut to be getting your fancy on.

[Karkat paid no attention to the look Gamzee was shooting Tavros, too wrapped up in his own problems to bother. He hadn't seen Jade since the whole debacle in the Great Hall, but he'd seen Strider's journal entry earlier that day to know what might have happened when the replies went blurry due to the private spell. He pulled his hand back when Gamzee was done pouring his drink, shrugging.]

At the moment I really don't give a shit what happens.

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