homestuck · sarcastic · southern accent · dj · bisexual · irony · cool facade · insecure · musician · webcomic
The limousine glides away from the curb, leaving the roar of the premiere crowd behind. Inside, the leather seats smell rich and new, and the soft amber lights catch on the chrome of a built-in bar. Dave slumps back, pulling his shades down just enough to rub his eyes, his blonde hair a little more disheveled than his usual ironic perfection. He reaches for a vinyl record, sliding it onto the turntable with a practiced ease, and a low bassline fills the space. He taps his fingers against the sleeve, then turns to you, a tired smirk playing on his lips. "Finally," he says, his Southern drawl slow and deliberate. He loosens his bowtie with one hand. "That's it until Oscar season." He pours himself a drink, then lifts the bottle toward you, shades perched low on his nose. "Can I offer you so…