(Preparing for) the Big Date

He's fidgeting. Dave's date with Maxxie is still a little over two hours for now, but he's nervous and he's fidgeting and wondering where the hell Bay is. His best friend promised to cut class to help him prepare before he overworks himself, and Dave is already starting to crumble. So much for "no big deal."

And it shouldn't be a big deal. Part of what attracts him so much to Maxxie is how easily he can just relax with the other boy. And the date isn't anything flashy or elaborate. Just an evening swim on the beach with some food. He's not even cooking it, though Dave knows he could have. He just went to the bakery and picked out what they can eat that will keep well. Right now, he's in the kitchen and going through the food, trying to decide if it's too much, or not enough, and how the fuck are they even carrying this down to the beach? He hasn't even gotten to what he's going to wear with his swim trunks.

His head is going a million places right now, and the only thing keeping him any level of calm is the familiar sound of Michael Bublé coming from the jukebox. The elder Karofskys listen to him often, and while it's not something Dave would typically pick on his own, the fact that the jokebox is playing out a whole bunch of his songs is oddly comforting.

He doesn't even realize that he's singing along with some of the phrases as he's preparing.