Subway au ;) -dreamnotfound

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George POV

George was a party animal. Something about parties was exhilarating and exciting for him. They were a place to be free, a place of high energy after a long and boring week, and a place to get a quick hook up in whenever he felt like. This did not happen recently, but before he had no reason to refrain from having sex with strangers every once in a while.

There was one problem with George and parties. George did not drink, or do really anything else for that matter.

When he had first gotten to America, this proved itself to be a massive issue. Peer pressure from his friends led to stupid decisions. He hated drinking and the person he became when he drank. George decided pretty early on in his partying days that it is easier, and more entertaining for himself, to pretend to drink. He got very good at acting drunk when in reality, there was only ever water or soda in his cup. He never used this tactic as a means to be weird, sleep with anyone without proper consent, or make anyone feel uncomfortable. He just didn't want to drink, and it was the only way his friends would not bully him about it.

Tonight was no different. He poured the first shot with his college buddies, pretended to down it as the rest of the group actually took them, and discreetly poured the liquid down the kitchen sink. What a waste. Dream walks inside and joins George in the kitchen. George introduces Dream to the whole group, leaving the part where Dream is his manager out of the conversation. That was the only part about Dream George did not seem too proud to brag about.

George became fond of Dream the first day they met. He knew Dream did not like him, and he was ok with not being liked by everybody at first. Maybe he was going through a hard time when they met. George could not imagine being a manager of a restaurant when he was twenty-one, so he cut Dream slack. As time went on, he started noticing the little things. How his strong fingers typed emails, how his new haircut fit him better than any hairstyle ever fit anyone else, the way he laughed (even if it was only, like, once a week) and the way that laugh could light up the world if only it could be heard beyond the walls of their small Subway. Fuck. I want him to like me. Why do I care? He started getting insecure at work, thinking about how he wanted Dream to look at him in loving, or even lustful ways. How could he get the hint of disgust out of his eyes?

The conversation that led to Dreams invite to the party was George's attempt at something new. He did not have faith in the plan at that moment, but now that Dream was here, could it be George's fresh start? Why Dream took a disliking to George in the first place was still confusing. I'm the one who should have attitude. He was willing to move past the resentment that came with their small rivalry if it at least made work easier.

To see Dream in lively conversation with all of George's friends was a refreshing sight to George. He watched Dream's golden eyes light up to interesting topics, watched his hair fall in his face when he laughed a little too hard at a stupid joke, and questioned how someone could look so beautiful in kitchen light. He watched a little too intently.

"Are you ok?" Dream starts. "Do you want more to drink? Or... maybe, like... less? Some water would be better... you look like you're not fully here..." Why is he so nervous all the sudden?

"You don't need to take care of me tonight, you can have fun. I know you said you don't drink, but maybe you felt like you had to say that. Please have fun if you want to, let me take care of you." Please. Please let me take care of you.

"I'm ok, I'm having fun. You can't drive anyway at this point, you've already been drinking for an hour." George hadn't told Dream that he does not drink either, he didn't see the point in it. Maybe the lie would come in handy later. One of George's friends overheard a little bit of the conversation, and poured a shot for Dream. He was obnoxious, and did not like when people were sober at parties. The friend shoves the shot into Dreams hand.