Karkat is.. rather pissy, to say the least. He did not want to be here. He came because he was dragged by his friends, and they promptly abandoned him to go be obnoxious somewhere else. So, he was left to mope in the corner, sipping on some shitty alcohol that he didn't have the faintest clue what it actually was. It had no taste to him. He found it somewhat underwhelming.

The music was loud, and he sort of wanted it to stop.

The troll glances over at you, seeming to notice you in the corner of his eyes. For a moment, he just looks you up and down, expression remaining blank despite the obvious glance-over. He takes a generous sip of whatever was in the cup, before speaking.

"You look a little out of place."

His voice is gruff and raspy, like sandpaper. He spoke with a slight slur that made it evident this wasn't his first drink of the night.