aradia/dave - moments frozen in time - for strider [1/2]just_0kMay 27 2011, 00:32:20 UTC
Aradia follows Dave into a club he had once attended with his brother many years ago. Way before Sburb. On Earth, Aradia wanted to know everything. Dave obliged. He holds the door open for her, unironically because when one is out on a date, it's the right thing to do.
Especially when the other half of said date is an alien who, even after several years, is still grasping the concept of human mannerisms and what is considered polite.
She had asked him to pick out an outfit for her, and due to the similarity in size, Dave courteously lent her the red skinny jeans he never wore because they were not ironic enough. She looks enough like a hipster to go out, and even complained that it was too fashionable. That was coming from a troll's standpoint.
She did say that his old record t-shirts were comfy, and that she picked out on her own. The shirt had been a bit small, so it rode up exposing her midriff so much that even Sollux could call it lewd. Aradia didn't care. Tonight is her night on the town with Dave Strider, and she will make it worth it.
They don't spend long in the club before she puts her Goddess powers to work and uses them to freeze the entire world around them. The music stopped pumping in the background, people stopped mid-dance, the bartender still in the middle of concocting a drink. Dave looks around at the environment and flashes her that trademark smirk to let her know he approves.
And so, they steal some booze from behind the counter (the perfect crime, really) and take it out back behind the club where they can actually hear each other talking.
It's a bottle of some kind of alcohol that Dave swears by, and Aradia trusts him enough to take care of her if anything negative happens. They haven't really experimented on alcohol's effects on the trolls yet. Aradia watches him open the bottle intently, sitting on the cement across from him.
"It'll burn on the way down," he says, handing it over. Aradia takes the bottle hesitantly and raises it to her lips. "Bottoms up."
Aradia pauses, lowering the bottle. "What?"
"It's a phrase," he tells her. "Just roll with it. You sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes. For science! Or something like that," she exclaims, going in for a swig. Dave is right, it does burn but she swallows valiantly. Okay, maybe she coughs a little to get the strange feeling out of her throat.
"All right?" he asks. She only nods in reply with her eyes closed, and still holding the bottle. The feeling goes away in a moment, and Aradia passes him the bottle. She watches Dave take a drink, and he smirks at her again as a trail of liquid runs down his chin. He makes to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but before he can, Aradia is on her knees, leaning forward to kiss it off.
Dave lets out a haughty laugh when he realizes what's happening, and returns the kiss with as much enthusiasm as he can muster. Gotta stay cool, after all. He pushes her away after a moment while still urging her to sit closer; expressing this desire by pulling her waist toward him.
"Don't get too excited, now, there's plenty of night left for us, 'Radia."
There's a strange sense of ecstasy in her eyes, and he can't help but wonder if it's taking effect on her already. His smirk falls. "'Radia?"
"I'm okay, Dave," she says smoothly, reaching across his body for the bottle again. She takes a rather large gulp of it, enduring the burn once more, and licking her lips clean. Dave's almost reminded of some kind of wild animal. That's probably just her teeth though, he decides. "Does it always feel this way?"
"Yep."
Aradia falls against his side, careful not to ram him with her horns, but what she doesn't know is that he likes that element of her. Her horns certainly add to her character; they give her a sort of class that no one else can have. He rests his cheek in the crevice of one of the said horns and looks down at her.
"Hey, Aradia," he says. She hums in response, moving to take another drink from the bottle. "Let's blow this pop stand."
She looks up again, confused. "What?"
He pauses. "Another phrase. Let's get outta here. Go somewhere else," he mumbles into her head.
"Okay," she says pleasantly. Dave takes the bottle from her hands, and she obliges. "Hey, wait."
"Huh?" Dave is about to set the bottle down on the concrete when he turns back to her and she surprises him with another kiss. Dave decides that if anyone can compete with Bro in a "Catching Dave Off Hand" contest, it's Aradia. And she would fucking win. At least Bro left him notes when he decided it was time for a fight.
Especially when the other half of said date is an alien who, even after several years, is still grasping the concept of human mannerisms and what is considered polite.
She had asked him to pick out an outfit for her, and due to the similarity in size, Dave courteously lent her the red skinny jeans he never wore because they were not ironic enough. She looks enough like a hipster to go out, and even complained that it was too fashionable. That was coming from a troll's standpoint.
She did say that his old record t-shirts were comfy, and that she picked out on her own. The shirt had been a bit small, so it rode up exposing her midriff so much that even Sollux could call it lewd. Aradia didn't care. Tonight is her night on the town with Dave Strider, and she will make it worth it.
They don't spend long in the club before she puts her Goddess powers to work and uses them to freeze the entire world around them. The music stopped pumping in the background, people stopped mid-dance, the bartender still in the middle of concocting a drink. Dave looks around at the environment and flashes her that trademark smirk to let her know he approves.
And so, they steal some booze from behind the counter (the perfect crime, really) and take it out back behind the club where they can actually hear each other talking.
It's a bottle of some kind of alcohol that Dave swears by, and Aradia trusts him enough to take care of her if anything negative happens. They haven't really experimented on alcohol's effects on the trolls yet. Aradia watches him open the bottle intently, sitting on the cement across from him.
"It'll burn on the way down," he says, handing it over. Aradia takes the bottle hesitantly and raises it to her lips. "Bottoms up."
Aradia pauses, lowering the bottle. "What?"
"It's a phrase," he tells her. "Just roll with it. You sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes. For science! Or something like that," she exclaims, going in for a swig. Dave is right, it does burn but she swallows valiantly. Okay, maybe she coughs a little to get the strange feeling out of her throat.
"All right?" he asks. She only nods in reply with her eyes closed, and still holding the bottle. The feeling goes away in a moment, and Aradia passes him the bottle. She watches Dave take a drink, and he smirks at her again as a trail of liquid runs down his chin. He makes to wipe it off with the back of his hand, but before he can, Aradia is on her knees, leaning forward to kiss it off.
Dave lets out a haughty laugh when he realizes what's happening, and returns the kiss with as much enthusiasm as he can muster. Gotta stay cool, after all. He pushes her away after a moment while still urging her to sit closer; expressing this desire by pulling her waist toward him.
"Don't get too excited, now, there's plenty of night left for us, 'Radia."
There's a strange sense of ecstasy in her eyes, and he can't help but wonder if it's taking effect on her already. His smirk falls. "'Radia?"
"I'm okay, Dave," she says smoothly, reaching across his body for the bottle again. She takes a rather large gulp of it, enduring the burn once more, and licking her lips clean. Dave's almost reminded of some kind of wild animal. That's probably just her teeth though, he decides. "Does it always feel this way?"
"Yep."
Aradia falls against his side, careful not to ram him with her horns, but what she doesn't know is that he likes that element of her. Her horns certainly add to her character; they give her a sort of class that no one else can have. He rests his cheek in the crevice of one of the said horns and looks down at her.
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She looks up again, confused. "What?"
He pauses. "Another phrase. Let's get outta here. Go somewhere else," he mumbles into her head.
"Okay," she says pleasantly. Dave takes the bottle from her hands, and she obliges. "Hey, wait."
"Huh?" Dave is about to set the bottle down on the concrete when he turns back to her and she surprises him with another kiss. Dave decides that if anyone can compete with Bro in a "Catching Dave Off Hand" contest, it's Aradia. And she would fucking win. At least Bro left him notes when he decided it was time for a fight.
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