Absolutely, 100%, completely, not allowed. (Dream x Reader)

Chapter 26 - It's supposed to be a rock, technically.

Your chair creaked when you sat back down. Nick and George turned to look at the two of you, but you were too busy staring at Clay, who was smiling at you.

You smiled back and turned to look outside. The sun was finally setting. It was beautiful. When you looked back, Nick was smirking at you.

"Did you know?" You asked.

"Of course, idiot." Nick laughed.

You scoffed. Now it all made sense why George wasn't reacting the whole day to Clay, like he normally did. He didn't even care that Clay kissed you in front of him. He already fucking knew. Clay got...permission...somehow. You still weren't completely aware of how he did that, but you guessed that you were happy about it. Now you could kiss Clay whenever you wanted to.

You wanted to reprimand all of the boys, each for individual reasons, but you got interrupted by Nate, the waiter, bringing food to the table.

You got the black grouper, which the waiter had said was the most popular item on the menu. It looked great, too. George was already eating his filet, and Nick was starting on his bass. Clay had ordered some sort of expensive ribeye that looked delicious. The thing about beach towns was the excess amount of fish on their menus. You were never always a fish fan, but you were exploring.

They also brought wine out, for everyone except Nick, who sulked for only a moment. It was a deep red and extremely sweet, but delicious.

"So," George said, still chewing his filet. "You two...talk things out?"

Clay glanced over at you. "We did."

"We did." You repeated, nodding in agreement.

"Please-" Nick started, already laughing at himself. "Please don't do it in the hotel. In fact, please don't do it at all,"

You scoffed. "Were you not the one that told me, just a few days ago, to-and I quote-'get that dick'?" You glared at Nick, whose grin was wiped off his face.

"What?" Both George and Clay sputtered at the same time.

You and Nick both burst into laughter, with you clutching your stomach while you wheezed, leaning your head back. You were getting stared at by every other guest in the restaurant, but you couldn't possibly care.

You took a sip of your wine and winked at Clay subtly, though you knew all of them saw it.

You could tell George was laughing at you as well, but nothing could bother you at this moment. After eating about half of your grouper, you finished off your wine glass (which was quickly refilled by your waiter) and shouted at Nick for another innuendo he snuck into the conversation.

You took another sip of the candied wine and set the glass down. You were shamelessly staring at Clay now. Well, if he wasn't so attractive and didn't look so good in that suit and didn't have such a lovely personality and a nice voice, you probably wouldn't have been. It was his fault, if anyone's.

They were in the middle of a discussion, about something you were much too distracted to comprehend, when Clay dropped his hand onto your forearm. He squeezed lightly and smiled softly at you. You put your hand on top of his and smiled back.

You were brought a piece of chocolate cake that said, 'happy birthday,' on it and the boys sang to you, despite the large audience that consisted of the other patrons in the building. It was a great birthday, regardless of how the day started.

Now, you didn't drink that much wine at dinner. In fact, your glass was never empty. Nate was very on top of making sure you had more than you needed. That also meant that you really couldn't tell how much you actually drank. What you did know, was that you were not going to be able to walk the one mile back to the hotel very well.