dream and george had decided tonight was gonna be a night to get pissed off their faces. well that's how george would describe it as a brit.
the two went to the closest tesco's and got themselves some vodka, and various other alcohols that looked appealing.
by the time they were back at george's, it was already 9pm so they agreed on ordering a late chinese takeout and started drinking after.
georges sighed as he dropped onto the sofa facing the tv. "anything you wanna watch?" he glanced over to see what his friend was up to. dream spun around to face him. "i dunno.. any new movies out recently?" he asked
george shrugged, his head swinging back to face the tv as he snatched the remote from beside him and turned it on.
"..netflixxx.." george hummed under his breath, tapping the remote against his knee impatiently waiting for the screen to load. dream was at the kitchen counter across the room, where the living room and kitchen connected. he was unpacking all the contents of the tesco bag and placing it all on the remaining space of the countertops.
he stopped for a second, looking up at his friend to ask, "when's the food gonna be here"
george took his eyes away from the tv screen to check his phone, "like half an hour"
dream sighed, and continued lining up the alcohol in organised lines from biggest to smallest. little things like this satisfied him.
time seemed to skip quite fast, the two tended to
find comfort and interest in each other so holding conversations was easy.
"yeah but like, i totally beat you in that 1v1, you can't deny it!" dream laughed, poking at george's shoulder.
"whatever, idiot" george smiled, shaking him off, big smiles still plastered on both their faces. they loved each other truly.
minutes later there was a knock on the door, and at this noise george fled to the door like a dog playing fetch. dream watched as he ran down the stairs and to the front door, snorting at the thuds he was making. george quickly exchanged the money with the delivery man and took the food, and waved the man off with a sweet "thanks!"
george ran back up to greet dream again with the food in his arms, almost dropping it. dream notices this and stood to help him out
"here- here you go" dream laughed, taking the few bags that looked close to falling.
10:00pm—————————
"oh my goddd that was so good" george exclaimed.
"didn't expect british food to taste that good, actually" dream joked. he looked down at the small curry sauce stain on his black shirt and a single noodle somehow on his joggers.
the two sat in a comfortable silence for a moment, until dream remembered the alcohol sat across the room waiting to be drank.
"oh oh wait", he started,"do you wanna start drinking now? probably don't wanna wait too late right?" dream asked george.
"oh shit yeah i literally forgot about that" george laughed.
10:15pm————————————
"wanna have a shot?" dream offered george a shot glass.
george sighed. dream knew how much of a mess he becomes whilst drunk, and he almost felt like backing out but changed his mind. it was only this one night, right?
"..alright i guess"
5 cans of various beers later, george was already showing signs of his drunk side. where as dream was a lot less vulnerable to alcohol so seeing george like this was quite odd yet amusing.
