Dave put on his best felt suit. He had a date with the angry crab. He was ready because after the date, Dave would have a bucket ready.

He ran out the door and to the fancy shmancy steak place. He sat down at the reserved table and waited.

He was waiting for twenty minutes when he was about to leave, but someone came and sat down next to him.

And they were not Karkat.

"Egbert, what are you doing here?" Dave leaned his elbow on the table.

"A date." John looked Dave in the eyes.

Dave facepalmed and grumbled. "Let me guess. Karkat?" John nodded. "Uggghhh." He leaned against the chair and threw his head back.

But Dave was secretly excited. This was good. John was good. Dave looked ahead at John, who was looking at the menu.

"Hey, um, John." Dave took off his glasses. John looked up and seemed fascinated by Dave's eyes. He had never seen them before. "I-I like you. And maybe we could-"

"THERE YOU ARE!!" A familiar angry voice yelled. Karat waddled and sat down between us. He looked at me. Then, at John. "What's bloody eyes doing here?"

I glared at him.

"He says he's also here on a date with you." John put down the menu.

Karat scoffed. "Maybe. But I already have a matesprite!"

The waiter came over. "How may I help you gentlemen?"

I threw down the menu and put my glasses back on. "I'll take the crab bucket."

John looked at his menu. "OOHH!! That sounds good! I'll take one of those two!"

Karkat stood up, screaming profanity worse than the dad in A Christmas Story. He then proceeded to angrily storm out the door.

"I pestered him and asked if we were still on for tonight. He seemed to have forgotten, so I told him all the details." John shrugged.