Summary:
Dream and Sapnap go to a party
Notes:
The song "Bud Like You" (by AJR) is inspiration for this. I heard it and I just had to write a one shot with the concept.
Yes this is an AU.
TWs: Mentions of alcohol and past alcohol related trauma (nothing too bad)
Sapnap groaned, walking a few paces behind Dream, who was slowly growing annoyed.
"Dream please, I hate parties, don't you hate parties? I don't wanna go!"
The older sighed, stopping and waiting for Sapnap to catch up to him.
"I've explained this already, we were invited by Tommy, and it would be rude not to go."
Sapnap pursed his lips, kicking the concrete below him as he walked. He caught up to Dream and they started walking together side by side.
"Couldn't you just get George to go?"
"You know his experiences with parties. Besides, he still has to fix that computer. I don't want to go either, don't get me wrong, but Tommy's probably going to be upset if we decline last minute."
Sapnap sighed. "Yeah, I know, but parties are so stupid."
"Hey, it's just a couple hours. I can count on a bud like you, right?"
The younger flicked his eyes over to the side of Dream's face.
How'd he manage to get a friend like him? To Sapnap, Dream was the best thing in his life. The fact that they've stayed together as friends like this for so long is insane, their bond is unbreakable.
He looked back as bright lights came into view.
"You can always count on me, Dream." He said, grinning. "I won't let you down."
The older looked at his friend. He and Sapnap made eye contact and smiled at each other. They silently acknowledged the bond between them.
"Oh!" Sapnap's attention was snapped away by a fit man guarding the door of the home. "This is a fuckin' house party, why's there a bouncer here?"
"The host's parents probably hired him." Dream scoffed. "Rich kids."
"It should be fine, right? Tommy invited us, so we should be able to walk right in." The younger queried.
"I doubt it, he'll probably ask for IDs or something."
They fell into an uncomfortable silence, especially at the mention of this. Dream had his driver's license in his wallet, but Sapnap left his own wallet at home. The doorman would just have to trust that he was with Dream.
They approached him. The bouncer was a tall, muscular man. He was a couple inches above Dream's height, and could definitely pummel them into the concrete and kill them instantly within two seconds.
"Names?" He asked.
"Clay Waken and Nick Sap." Dream responded, trying to maintain composure.
The man took a tablet out of his pocket, typed in the names, and scanned the screen. "Alright..." He said as he read the two names listed. "It looks like you're both on here. Mr. Innit right?"
Dream nodded.
"Yeah, Tommy invited us."
The doorman nodded, tucking his phone away again.
