DNF Smut & Fluff

A Night On the Town

Warning: Vomiting and Drinking

Both Dream and Sapnap are legal drinking age in this fic, y'all. 

"Good morning, Dream!" Sapnap and George burst through the door to their roommate's bedroom. "Happy Birthday!" They cooed in chorus. George held a cup of coffee in his hand and Sapnap held a tray with breakfast.

George walked over to the bedside and placed down the food, Sapnap followed suit with the food. "Thanks," Dream said as he rubbed his eyes and let out a yawn. He was a little lost as he woke up but happily accepted the food and coffee to speed the process.

George collapsed into the bed next to Dream while Sapnap gave Dream his tray of pancakes and eggs. George made himself comfortable and picked a few pieces of bacon off the plate. Dream didn't seem to mind.

"So what's the plan? For tonight?" Sapnap asked as he sat down in the gaming chair a few feet away from the bed.

George spoke as he covered his mouthful of food, "I vote a night on the town, get totally wasted and get some food afterward. Eating pizza drunk is always the best feeling." George said as he snuck a bite of eggs off of Dream's fork.

Dream grimaced playfully, "Hm, I dunno if I really like the sound of that," Dream said as he pursed his lips and watched as George stole another bite. "It feels weird. I've never drank before, it feels like I'm still not supposed to."

George chuckled, "You say that now, wait till you get your hands on some DeKuyper. It's fruity, just like you~" George said with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Har har har, you're so clever." Dream said with a deadpan look.

Dream eyed his steamy coffee, it was creamy and mocha. He could smell the familiar flavor of chocolate overtaking his senses. He took a sip and his face turned sour. "Eck, what the hell?"

George began to chuckle, soon morphing into snorts. "Pffft, like you're Irish coffee? Jameson is from my own stash too," Dream's lips pursed in disgust.

"Tastes bad." Dream said, George laughed and added some more creamer.

"Should make it a bit better,"

"I'm not drinking that,"

"Come on, Dream, live a little. Stop being so stuck up. What happened to the kid that almost got tased and got stuck in quicksand, huh?"

"He grew up and realized he didn't want to be a disappointment to his parents." Dream placed the cup of coffee in George's hands.

George's face softened, although his eyes still glinted with mischief. "Look, you're twenty-one. You're allowed to unwind with a drink or two. Don't feel ashamed, don't feel guilty, okay?"

Dream still didn't seem entirely convinced. George thought for a moment, and then the idea struck him.

Even if the idea didn't seem all that enjoyable to George.

"Look, how about I go and supervise. I won't drink a drop and I'll make sure you don't get out of hand but still let you have fun. Sound okay?"

Dream smiled. "What would I do without you, George?"

"Die probably. Simp." George rolled his eyes and slipped out of Dream's bed. Although it hurt him to leave the comforting scent of Dream's sheets. George was halfway out the door when he turned around to look at Dream. "Be ready at ten pm. OK?"

"Of course," Dream said.

And how could he possibly say no to George?

Dream looked over at the coffee George had set down on the bedside table. He picked it up and took a sniff of the chocolate-y drink.