sortinghat_logs | ~Forest of Depression~

[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.

Uhhh...Yeah... [He doesn't really know what to say to that. He fortunately missed Gamzee's look, because he was still recovering from hitting himself in the teeth.]

So, uh, how long does this stuff take to work? Because I, um, don't feel anything! I think. I don't know. What am I, uh, supposed to feel like? I can't remember.

You ain't drunk hardly none. [Gamzee points out, grinning lazily at Tavros.] Can't feed it to your teeth, motherfucker, and expect it to do anything!

But it's good. I mean, nice ... like all the things you worry about usually, you know? All that shit what takes up space in your pan and makes you feel all flat gray and sad inside, it just goes away for a little while. Like, there ain't nothing to be scared of, ever.

[The Slytherin pulls a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, and proceeds to light up, before offering the pack around.]

[For someone like he was, Gamzee was weirdly insightful, Karkat realized as he was partway through his second drink. His stomach gurgled a little in protest at the alcohol invading his too young body but right now, as he said, he didn't give a shit.]

Isn't that why we're fucking doing this in the first place? [He turns his attention to Tavros as he blinks a little at the proffered cigarette packet, reaching for one. Well, if they were doing this, might as well go all the way. His inhibitions were just out the window right now.] Just keep drinking, bro. It'll come.

[Tavros turned a little pink at Gamzee's comment about his teeth. He'd hoped no one had noticed. But in response, he just brought the cup back up to his mouth and drank more, trying not to scrunch up his face.]

Uh, okay. I'll do that, and... I guess I'll, uh, know when it happens, then. [He takes a cigarette from Gamzee, because yep he was gonna go the whole nine yards too, despite the fact his first experience with a cigarette hadn't ended so well. He drank a little more of the booze before sticking it in his mouth and waited for Gamzee to light it like he'd done the one time.]

[And the older boy does. He takes a few deep puffs on his own cigarette, then leans over to light first Tavros's with the cherry of his own, smiling at the Hufflepuff, and then Karkat's in the same way, before sitting back on the table and blowing a stream of smoke at the ceiling.]

Hell yeah. [Says, in deep satisfaction, as he feels the mellow fire of the booze hit, suffusing his limbs with a heave liquidity that he savors. Sometimes maybe he is weirdly insightful, but a lot of the times he's just a dumb kid who never learned how to deal with overwhelmingly negative emotions, who only knows how to drown them instead of face them.]

[Karkat's really only seen people smoke in movies and such, so he quietly observes the other two for a moment. He's rather surprised Tavros even knows how to, but then again he puts it up to Gamzee's influence. He takes a drag for a moment before exhaling, coughing just a little bit but not splutters like it had been with the vodka. This was stupid, but they were teenagers and they were hurting. It was the only reason for being this stupid.

The alcohol is starting to make his head a little fuzzy, given he's almost done with his second drink and he sighs deeply, letting the potion glass dangle between his fingers.]

Shit, what was I even thinking, trying to date Harley? Past me was fucking stupid.

[Tavros coughs as he takes a drag from the cigarette. It's not nearly as bad as when he first smoked, but it still burns his throat quite a bit, and then he takes another drink from his vodka- which makes him cough a bit more, because the burn from both combined was pretty intense.]

K-Karkat, no-cough- don't, uh...I-cough-, I mean we came to get away from all that, uh, st-stuff. Don't talk about her!

[Another drink from the vodka because Jade. And feelings. And he's just a little too happy that they actually broke up- which makes him feel bad. But also oddly proud because he had sort of caused it. But mostly bad. And then he's coughing again because he took another drag from the cigarette.]

[Wow, like a one-two punch right to Gamzee's brain. First, because he'd encouraged Karkat to go after Jade, had genuinely thought they'd work out. Second because now that she's free, that means Tavros can go right on thinking he has a chance with the girl, and focusing all his time and attention on her.

The older boy throws back the rest of his vodka, pours himself another shot.]

Fuck that shit. [declares suddenly] Fuck all a that motherfuckin' shit right up the motherfuckin' arse with a spiked motherfuckin' dildo.

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