never mind that I have a million tags already there is dave/vriska to be had

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The door slams shut and Vriska starts to consider how good an idea this actually is. Points in favour: should be fun, Dave gets pissed off and there's alcohol fit for a ship. Points against: He doesn't like her much, she could end up dead, John would be pissed if Dave were to be tragically killed in an unlucky turn of events, immediately preceded by falling dice. However, she's saved from giving a shit about repercussions since she can't even see him in the apartment. The chip packet crinkles as it hits the bench and she tosses the stack of movies onto the couch, following their path shortly after. Fucking typical he'd be out.

She kicks off her boots and settle into the most comfortable position afforded to her in the tiny apartment. Feet up on the coffee table and the rest of her trapped in what might, in another universe, be a leather armchair but restrains itself to not quite leather but going to get there some day, just you wait, instead. John maintains that Dave likes the way the walls press the faces of his posters inward, reducing the breathing space further, Vriska just wishes that Dave would get his ass into the room.