Heaven or Las Vegas? (dnf)

VII. Heaven or Las Vegas?

// mature themes this chapter, kinda explicit ngl

nothing TOTALLY explicit ? bruh idk (ill provide a summary for next chapter for those who wanna skip)

happy reading, horndogs

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"I'm not judging, this is an LBGT friendly neighborhood, Hell, I fucked around with dudes when I was on Earth-"

"Schlatt, please," George groaned, covering his eyes with the paws of his sweater, "can we drop this?"

"- Back on Earth, when I was president of some nation-"

"You don't remember the name?"

"-There was this man who just had the fattest ass in the cabinet, like, me gusta that flatty patty-"

"Okay, Schlatt, stop that story. Now and forever, stop that story."

George and Schlatt had been going on like that for a while, but Dream was just sitting on the couch reading a book Sapnap had given him on what it meant to be Tenibris when he first joined the palace. It talked about ethics, and morals, and how to be a good person. The more Dream read, the more it felt like maybe that was possible.

He didn't want to be a good person. He missed the chaos and power of his old life. It was George that made him start questioning shit. He thought if he went to the Below, where he belonged, he might be happier. But not anymore. He wouldn't be happy leaving his friend.

"Whatcha reading, jag-off?" Schlatt asked, lighting a cig in his mouth and flopping down on the couch beside the blond.

"Truly Tenebris, my friend Sapnap back at the Above gave it to me."

Schlatt rolled his eyes and leaned over to the man, grabbing the book out of Dream's hands and chucking it across the room, making it fall to the ground in front of an old record player.

"What the hell is your problem?"

"Forget about your old life, man. Those dudes don't concern you anymore. This is your home now, since you two decided to move in without asking me."

He seemed to be more joking than actually annoyed, so Dream just leaned forward to the table in front of him and picked up a VHS tape.

"Fine, instead of reading my book, I'll watch 'JFK: The Lost Assassination Tapes'."

"My man," Schlatt said proudly, yawning obnoxiously. "Since you two bums napped through the whole day, I'll be in my room jerking off and eating SpaghettiOs, there's frozen corndogs in the freezer and other shit you can make for dinner."

Schlatt stood up and stretched, burning out his cigarette on the ashtray to the left of the couch.

"There's the couch, but it's hella uncomfortable, so you can sleep in the guest room down the other hall on the right. There's only one bed, but it's a queen, and you two are pretty fruity so I'm sure you'll be fine with it."

"Thanks, Schlatt." Dream rushed out, eyebrows raised.

"Night-y night, fruit baskets."