Neighbors / / Dnf

Shots shots shots shots shots

Dream had no idea how George had fallen asleep for almost an hour; even with the loud music just behind the bedroom door.

He looked peaceful though, and Dream wasn't going to wake him anytime soon. Someone else had other plans.

The door spun open, causing Dreams head to quickly turn to the right.

"What are you guys doing!" Ponk hushly yells, keeping one hand on the doorknob. Once he gets a good look at the two on the bed, he dramatically sighs, "Ah, could've swore you guys were getting something down in here!"

Maybe it was Dreams wheeze, or Ponks loud voice, that ending up waking George. He slowly lifted his head and rubbed his eyes.

Dream suddenly missed the warmth missing from his now cold shoulder as he looked over at George, raising his eyebrows.

"What," George whispered, still rubbing his eyes.

Ponk laughed at George's confused face from the doorway.
"Cmon Georgie, get out here," He nodded out of the room, "Have a shot."

George sighed and switched to sitting criss crossed beside Dream.
He looked over, "Do you mind?"

Dream shook his head no. It was very advent on George's face that he was still a little tired, but Dream knew no matter what he said was going to change Ponks very set mind.
Although while George still looked at Dream, he took the opportunity to really look at the tired man sitting next to him.
His eyes were still halfway shut, his brown hair a little messy, and the sparse light of the room really made his features seem blurry and soft.

He was, pretty.

Dreams moment was over soon enough, as Ponk leaped over and took ahold of George's hand, pulling him out the door.

He reluctantly followed.

Stepping out and seeing all the people made Dream feel a lot more nervous than before. In all honesty he wished it could just be him and George back in the room.
Alone together.

It's not like the party was an insane one either. It was just a couple (15 or so people) of Ponks closest friends. This was a go away party after all, not a full on kissing and puking everywhere ordeal.
Still, Dream didn't like going out anywhere.

Once they arrived in the kitchen, both are presented a shot glass, although Dream declines. Getting a little wasted probably would allow him to have more fun, but he didn't drink. And definitely didn't plan on starting today.

George, on the other hand, took the drink right away. This was the first time Dream saw him do the 'no hands' type of shot.

Dream laughed a little and sarcastically clapped his hands. George leaned over and smacked his hands, telling him to quit it.

"Well Clay, have this since ya a pussy," Ponk joked while handing Dream a drink in a red solo cup.
He looked in it and smelt it.

"Is this alcohol?" He asked, swirling it around.

Ponk waved his hand, "No no."

George watched intently as Dream slowly lifted it to his lips, and took a small sip.
His eyes widened as the bitter taste fully set in his mouth, causing him to gag and run over to the sink to quickly spit it out.

Both George and Ponk started laughing hysterically.

"Oh—" Dream set the drink down and made a disgusted face, "Shut the hell up."

He definitely wasn't going to be emptying that cup.
As if the loud laughter was sent as an invitation, a man walked into the kitchen, a smile on his face while he held his own drink.