A Demonic Dance

Chapter Thirty Four: I'm wondering

"I said Fuck off." Wilbur growled at the man, George staring at them confused, feeling as if he should recognise them, it didn't click in his mind however until the stranger leaned around Wilbur who was standing infant of them protectively.

"Dream!" He exclaimed, moving Niki so she was resting against the bench and not him so he could get up, the pieces coming together as he recognised the newcomer.

"Wait, Dream? This is Dream?" Wilbur asked confused, looking between the now identified male in front of him and George.

"Yeah... George told me I could pick him up..." Dream said confusedly, glancing at Wilbur up and down who was still looking at him sceptically.

"In that case, I'm Wilbur." Wilbur said, holding out his hand which Dream gingerly took, only now having realised the immense height of the man like, he was tall, real tall, especially when George got up and stood next to him. It almost looked comical.

"Heya Dream." George said rather drunkenly as he walked past Wilbur to the newly arrived male, throwing an intoxicated smile his way.

"Hi Georgie." The demon replied, giving him a ginger pat on the head before they waved a goodbye to George's friends who started off in the direction of a taxi that seemed to arrive just as the two headed to leave.

While they walked Dream glanced down at the smaller. Hell, he had absolutely no clue how to deal with someone that was drunk, and the only drunk people he'd ever been around was his friends hundreds of years ago and then drunk idiots summoning him, and yet again, he was far too preoccupied scaring the living shit out of them to try comfort them

"How'd you get here so fast." George asked after a few moments of silence, grabbing the others arm and holding onto it tightly, an action which confused Dream, seeming the brunette was as far from a 'clingy' person you could get. Yet again he'd blame it on the alcohol.

"I flew." Dream exclaimed, looking down at the other amused.

"Huuuuuh you can fly????"

"Yes George— Oh you're much more drunk then I thought you were." The demon sighed as George just giggled next to him, happy and content in his own little thoughts.

"I wish I could fly." He replied after another moment.

"You've been flying before."

"Wait I have?" George asked confused, stopping in his tracks.

"Yeah." Dream replied sheepishly. "I uh, I flew you back after the whole attack thing...."

The drunk made a sort of oh shape with his mouth before sighing, obviously annoyed at the fact he couldn't remember it.

"Don't worry." Dream said, patting him on the head. "I'm sure I'll take you flying one day."

And with that they continued home, It ended up taking them a substantially longer time to get home than it usually would, part due to the fact Dream had no fucking clue where he was going and also due to George wandering off and swinging off lamp posts at random points, making Dream laugh before having to drag the male out of the dark alleyways he seemed so attracted and into the lamp post lit paths.

Luckily for Dream the fresh air seemed to start to sober up the smaller ever so slightly so by the time they got to the apartment his words seemed to become ever so slightly more coherent. The bad thing however is that all the running and so forth had caused George to throw up on the way over, it didn't seem to damper his enthusiastic energy though, something George may end up feeling the effects of later.

"I'm guessing you had fun?" Dream asked with a chuckle as he closed the apartment door behind them, George stumbling around before flopping onto the sofa, letting out a hefty sigh as his eyes grazed the ceilings as one would do when stargazing.