DNF Oneshots (Dreamnotfound)

Mission 404 (Pt2)

Dream walked through the dirty crowds, most people being poor sixty year old men who wanted a shot of whiskey, a cigar, and a slut to take them away from their very non-existent lives. The other group of people were the women, most being strippers looking for an extra paycheck or looking for some form of pleasure themselves. Besides those two categories, there was also an odd in between of people that were either workers or party throwers, those people were the most fun since they were the most normal. Other than walking by people, Dream also took his chance to look at all the gambling games around them. There was Poker, Roulette, Black Jack, and other table games. There were also the lottery games which people would try repeatedly to get that big money. That hardly happened, though.

    Dream ended up heading over to the bar, sitting down on the red leather stool and studying the arrangements of alcohol on the shelves. Fairly quickly a lady with bright red lipstick and terrible Botox came up to him, pouring several other liquors into a mixing cup for someone else.

    "Is there anything I can get you, young man?" She said, winking and biting down on her bottom lip. He couldn't be more uninterested by the woman, but he had to keep up the act.

    "I'm good with drinks, however could you by chance keep an eye out for me." He smirked at her and ran his hand through his hair, purposely styling it messy. She looked him up and down and nodded. "Good, thanks. I'm just looking for a guy by the name of- well his name is less important. He has some weird facial hair and he's a little broader. He should have a group with him too." He gave his best description to the lady and she actually listened rather keenly. She nodded, accepting the new information. Dream smiled gratefully at her and pulled out his wallet, "I might actually take White Russian if you don't mind." She shook her mixer and nodded his way, taking the fifty dollars he handed her.

    "Of course, sir. A White Russian headed your way."

—————

    George walked around for a bit, seeing if he could find a good scouting place. He hated alcohol and gambling.

While he walked around he had a pout and his stomach twisted as he looked at the crazy gambling drunks, or the strippers trying to grind up against someone. From what he could tell, this Grand Opening of a Casino was nothing special. Literally anyone could get in if they flirted with the ladies up front, and literally anyone could lose their money to the giant incorporation. But sadly, he was assigned to this mission, so he had to finish it, no questions asked.

    He pushed through a couple of crowds, kind of lost in his thoughts of why he was here and how Dream was doing. He trusted Dream with his life and he knew Dream would never risk anything that would make him leave. So, he could trust him with this. Even with the absurd amount of flirting they had to do.

    Not even paying attention, George ran right into a guy. He was holding a glass of some sort of alcohol, but that was now splashed on both their suits. The guy immediately began to say sorry.

    "No, no. It's alright, no worries," George reassured the guy as he was handed a few napkins to dab up the drink, "It's okay-" he stopped mid sentence as he looked up at the guy who was continuing to try helping. He was tall and had vibrant blue hair, his slender build wasn't as appealing as Dream's slim and muscular one, but it was damn close. "I-uh, It's okay, promise."

    "Are you sure, I can get you a drink or something? I'm so terribly sorry." He ran a hand anxiously through his hair making it gleam a brighter blue. He began to walk away towards one of the bars, "Come on, let me repay you with a drink." He gestured to the bar closest to them. George nodded, still sort of shocked.