Mr Dream. DNF

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10.32PM, The Manhunt's Club

Dream had a meeting he needed to attend at his club, to discuss about business of course. So he had rounded up a few of the gang members to join him in his adventure.

Dream, Sapnap and Punz were all dressed in suits with small details that made the suits theirs, for example Punz's suit was all white with a golden chain necklace and gold rings. Sapnap had a black suit with a white shirt, no tie, but he wore one dangly earring with a fire charm on his left ear while in his right ear was a simple gold stud, he obviously wore his iconic white bandana on his head as well. Dream wore an open white shirt with dark green, almost black, dress pants and an untied bowtie that lay under his collar. He finished the outfit of with a matching dark green waistcoat and his smiley face mask.

George decided to go all out for this visit to the club. He wore a gold colored crop top with matching gold booty shorts that more or less resembled underwear rather then shorts. Dream at first refused to let George come to the club with what he wore, but after a promise to have some fun later in the evening Dream let him go.

George faintly remembered the club from last time he went there, but he didn't remember it being this amazing. Bright lights flashed from the ceiling while thunderous music boomed from gigantic speakers along the stage. At this time the club was at its most packed hours, so the first floor was crowded with drunk and sweaty people dancing against each other.

Dream grabbed George's waist and pulled him towards a flight of stairs. George had seen the stairs before but never dared to venture up because a very scary looking guard blocked the upstairs from normal people. Dream and George walked easily past the guard without a second glance, probably perks of owning the place.

George's eyes widened once he reached the second floor. It had a similar lay out to the last floor, but with various mini stages, with poles reaching the ceiling, located around the floor.
'A secret strip club on the second floor!' George thought as a few of the girls waved and giggled at Dream. Punz didn't spare a second and instantly went over to one of the stages, probably hoping for a lap dance.

They continued walking until the trio reached a quieter area of the club, a private meeting space by the looks of it. It was blocked off from the rest of the club by a long wall of glass, the entrance only recognisable by the long bronze poles hanging from the ceiling all the way down to the ground; however they looked more like a prison cell bars then anything. A small bar was located in the tiny corner of the room were a short lady was ready to prepare drinks. Two white leather couches sat on either side of the small room with a black coffee table between them.

Sapnap greeted the bartender and began talking to her, but Dream turned to George and held him tightly by the shoulders.
"Listen," he said with a deep voice that sent shivers down the back of George's spine. "I will allow you to have as much fun as you want as long as you don't go having sex with someone else, ok? Drink whatever you want just no sex."

George smirked at the challenge. "Oh? So I can kiss someone if I wanted too?"
Dream gritted his teeth and his grip on George's shoulders tightened. "Fine, you can kiss people. But nothing other than that." He leaned in close to George's ear. "To be honest, it would probably turn me on to see you kissing another guy knowing that only I can get in your pants." He planted a sweet kiss on the side of his lover's head before kissing his lips passionately. George kissed back before parting and giggling. "Okay, I won't have sex with anyone. I promise... daddy." He whispered the last part before disappearing into the crowd.

Dream stared of into the direction that his lover went before sighing and walking over to the bar.

George went straight to one of the bars and hoped up onto a stool. He didn't have to wait long before a bartender turned up to take his order.
"Hi there, what can I get ya?" He asked as he threw a bar cloth over his shoulder. George smirked.
"I'll take a sex on the beach please."
"Coming right up."