Heaven or Las Vegas? (dnf)

V. Jukebox Joints

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The party was on, and the palace was full.

It seemed like the already abundant amount of people Dream thought resided here multiplied by a million. Multicolored wings fluttered around the tall building, lights flashing from the inside, and food and alcohol covered the tables.

Dream was wearing a white collared button-up tucked into dark baggy jeans, with his mask covering his face (as usual.) He also asked the Above for some rings and necklaces, which it gave him.

He'd met cool new people now, and really only told them apart by their wing color, considering the rest of their personality traits were kind and perfect and fucking boring. Karl and Sapnap were cool, there was also a tall man with one black and one white wing, there was a small boy with black and yellow small striped wings, and a blonde man with green and white striped wings. An odd assortment of colors that night, to say the least.

The nice thing was, the place was covered with booze and smoke, yet didn't smell like either. It still smelt clean. It really is Heaven, Dream thought to himself.

It was then that George, wearing a different blue t-shirt and black pants, (plus his dumb large white goggles) walked into the party, greeted by Sapnap- 'greeted' was more of Sapnap running straight into George and throwing him over his shoulder while still holding a tequila bottle in his hands. It was over Sapnap's shoulder that he met Dream's masked eyes and went red at what Dream was seeing. He jumped off Sapnap and made his way over to the blond.

"How are the wings, Dreamer?"

Dream scoffed and his wings fluttered shyly, just a bit.

"They're cool. I haven't learned to fly yet, though, which means they kinda just feel like dead weight. How are you?" He asked, eyeing George, and noticing the oversized shirt he wore slightly showed his collarbones. He let his eyes linger on George's collarbone until realizing the other man could probably tell.

"I'm good, I just got here, and I'm already bored. I don't really like parties."

"Then why always come to Sapnap's?"

"He's always just so happy about throwing them, I can't refuse. And he likes making me feel included because he knows I'm jealous of Tenibris'."

Dream nodded slowly and looked around for Sapnap. He found him, the black-haired boy shotgunning some drink with a pink-haired angel by his side.

Among the loud noise, Dream leaned into George's ear to ask if he wanted to go outside with him and smoke.

"I don't usually smoke, honestly," George said, too close to Dream's face to not stutter a bit, "I-I'm more of a sit on the couch and observe my friends smoking, guy."

"Fine, come outside and watch me smoke then, creep."

George went slightly red and nodded, making Dream smile softly and take George's hand in his, leading him up to his room, where Dream had a window leading out to a ledge he and George could lay on. Dream could feel how much smaller George's hand was in his own, and liked that feeling. Feeling like he was protecting him. It was new. It was nice.

He didn't give George time to observe his tiny room, and they both walked out the window and onto the ledge that you could see the city from. Everywhere else but Tenibris Palace was dim, and quiet. Still.