Into you // DreamNotFound

Chapter 11

There George stood in the dark lit room, neon lights dancing around it as people danced in the middle, sweaty bodies moving against another.

He couldn't lie, he hated it-

So much people in one spot, he wasn't even a fan of alcohol... let alone dancing with so many people. People he didn't know, people that could have bad intentions. Not to mention that he was here so that Wilbur and the others could identify who was after him. Didn't make him relax whatsoever.

After the long meeting two days ago, Philza had decided that if they really were following George than a club party would be a perfect opportunity to locate the people, making it seem as if George had willingly gone there to spend some time to himself, oblivious to the other base looking at his every move. He didn't know why he simply couldn't just stay at the base where he would be safe though who knows how patient the other mafia would be.

George had originally disagreed with this idea, but after the long pleading and convincing of the others, he gave in. It was for the better. Even if he hated it with a deep passion.

"You can't just stand there. Show 'em some moves." Wilbur said over the ear piece with a small giggle.

George rolled his eyes as he looked around the club "how about no."

"Maybe you should blend in a little more. As if your there for your own entertainment. Go talk to someone or... get a drink or something?" Nikki said softly yet seriously, faint Wilbur giggles being heard in the background.

She wasn't wrong, he did seem really out of place right now but if he had to be honest, he felt like that too.

George fixed his clout goggles on his nose as he walked over to the bar. Blend in. People usually got drinks right? He sat down by the tall bar, asking for a simple beer. Nothing fancy. He wanted to stay focused.

The bar tender nodded as he brought George his beer, placing it down in front of him. He looked at the white foam that was on the yellow bubbling liquid, listening to the music as he took a sip. He couldn't deny, it was so bad. Cheap beers that you could get at clubs, they always wanted customers to get something more expensive this way. How did people even drink that crap.

"Hello hello."

George raised an eyebrow as he looked to his side, seeing a male sit down in the stool next to his. His hair was a light brown, a lot lighter than George's, and also had some flecks of white. He wore a leather jacket on top of a plain white shirt with some sort of stripes on it.

"Hi" George said in response, not really knowing what else to say. He wasn't really used to people just randomly walking up to him.

"What's a pretty thing like you doing alone at a club? Surely you've got some company."

Was this person trying to chat him up-?

Interesting...

George shook his head no. He had Wilbur and Nikki on the look out, but the other didn't need to know that. It wouldn't help the reason they are there.

"No.. I came alone. Just to relax really." George replied with a soft smile. Blend in. The person seemed quite nice, it would be a shame scaring them off by being paranoid. Though he wasn't looking for a one night stand which the other seemed to be hinting at. Getting close in order to get just that.

"Ahhh, I see I see. Well, let me buy you a drink. Least I can do to make this night worth a while for you" the male said with a smile, his brown eyes seeming to melt with it.

George nodded, not denying the free drink as he looked back at his disgusting beer which was almost empty. He hadn't even realised that he drank so much of the cheap beer. Eh, another drink wouldn't hurt.

The bar tender worked on the cocktail that the male had ordered for George, soon placing it in front of the brunette which slid the drink towards George, a sweet smile on his face.

George nodded, saying a quick thank you as he lifted the glass up. But before he managed to take a drink, the smell stopped him in place.

"Smells like citrus and... cinnamon..."

George's eyes widened as he looked at the male which was confused. "Cinnamon?"

"Cinnamon..." George repeated as he got off the stool, almost tripping over it, noticing how the nice expression had turned into a more annoyed one, as the other too got off the stool and started to walk towards George.

"Oh great... you just had to notice that" the other said as George saw a dart just barley miss him.

His head snapped in the direction of where it came from, not seeing anyone but the sudden touch from the other was enough to make George run, heading for the emergency exit.

He ran as fast as he could, skipping a few steps from time to time to get down faster. What the actual fuck? Where was Wilbur!? His breath got heavier as he ran down the twisting stairs, gasping for air before suddenly almost tripping as he started running back up the stairs.

On the bottom floor was a male with a bandana wrapped round his head. The moment he noticed George, he started saying "He is getting away! Up! Floor above" to what George presumably guessed was a ear piece.

So they were watching him. They really were. They must have been there that day in the alley way. They were watching his every move. It wasn't even just one person! This meant that at least three people were in this. Oh boy this wasn't good...

He couldn't help but gasp for air as those thoughts filled his head. He opened the exit door, slamming it behind him as he entered the club room again. The music was too loud for the slam to be noticeable, people continuing to make out and dance in the darkness.

George made his way through the crowd, pushing his way past the dancing people to the dark crimson wall. He needed to get as far away from the exit and the bar.

He shut his eyes tight as he rested his head against the wall, trying to catch his breath. He wasn't cut out for this. Not the running part at least. God did he regret not learning how to fight when Phil offered it to him.

And that's when he saw him.

The music had shifted, Ariana Grande soon being heard as George stared at the male across the room.

I'm so into you
I can barely breathe
And all I wanna do
Is to fall in deep

The same smile face mask from that day.

But close ain't close enough
'Til we cross the line

He leaned against the wall, staring back at George. His arms were crossed until one of his hands reached up to his mask.

So name a game to play
And I'll role the dice

He lifted his mask ever so slightly to reveal his mouth. George stared, feeling his heart pound fast in his chest. Frozen in the spot.

Oh, baby, look what you started
The temperature's rising in here
Is this gonna happen?
Been waiting and waiting for you
To make a move

The man that George had bumped into that night.

Before I make a move

"Run" he mouthed, a huge grin on his face, a grin that shook George to his core.

"THE FEDS ARE HERE!" Someone yelled as people started to swarm out, passing by both George and the other. George finally realised the opportunity of getting away, starting to run with the crowd out leaving the masked man behind not knowing that he was smirking to himself.

Little did George know that sooner than later he and the masked man would meet again.

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•this chapter was really fun to write so I hope you enjoyed it
•fun fact: cinnamon is commonly used to cover up the smell of rat poison ;)
•song inspos for this chapter:
Into you -Ariana Grande
Cinnamon -Hayley Williams
•how do you guys like the longer chapters?
•thank you for reading 'into you'!