This imagine is over 9,000+ words and it is really long for no reason.
I'm very sorry.
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AU where Dream isn't in prison and isn't hated by everyone. :)
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There he was, sitting at that stupid poker table surrounded by idiots who thought that they had a chance at beating him. No person in this casino could beat him, but they were too greedy to realize. Not even Quackity could beat him and he owns the damn place.
"Hey, if you keep glaring you might just kill him." George, my British co-worker says.
"That's kind of the point." I continue to glare at the gambler. "You think if I stare long enough, he'll get uncomfortable enough to leave?" I turn back to the bar, glancing over the list of drinks that were ordered for the huge table.
"You could always just ignore him, y'know." my other co-worker, Adam, says.
"I would, but unlike you, Adam, I can't just sit behind the counter and drink my feelings away, I have to serve people." I glare at him but he just smirks.
"Yeah, I may sit back here and drink, but at least I enjoy my job." He flashes a toothy grin, turning to make the ordered drinks.
"Do you want me to serve this one? I know you don't like being around him." George suggests with a gentle smile.
It's as if the heavens have graced me with an angel for the night. "Would you really do that for me?" my face contorts into one of hope.
The brunette smiles. "Of course, I would." Adam sets the drinks on a tray for him.
I kiss him on the cheek as he grabs the tray. "You're a lifesaver."
He shrugs. "You've served quite a few of the tables that I didn't like so it's the least I could do." He smiles at me. "And maybe I can talk to that cute guy over there while I'm at it." And just like that, it's no longer as sentimental.
With a shrug, I pat George on the back. "It's a win-win situation. Go get 'em, Georgie." As he leaves with the tray, I turn back to the bar and immediately have to lecture the bartender. "Adam!" I whisper-yell as he takes a shot.
"What? I'm allowed to drink as long as I don't get drunk or tipsy." He shrugs and takes another shot.
I roll my eyes. "Lucky, Boss won't let me drink on duty. Says I wouldn't be able to handle it." I cross my arms, disappointed.
"Well, to be fair I think he just says that so he has more to drink." Adam on half-jokes making me laugh.
"Hey! I heard that, Puta!" Quackity shouts as he walks down the stairs of the upper floor.
"He was just speaking the truth, Big Q."
"What did I tell you about calling me Big Q when we are at work, senorita." He lifts an eyebrow at me.
"Oh, right. Sorry, boss."
"Anyways, I came down to get a restock on whiskey."
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