The moon and the mafia

Three

Both George and dream felt some kind of comfort sitting in a quite room together. They felt that they didn't have to keep up this wall of power they had put up. In a place like this power was everything, it kept you safe.

Sometimes George wishes he never made the offer to Quackity, he wishes he stuck in at university cause he was smart and it was no secret.

George's self though was interrupted as the man who was portrayed as a monster sniffled as he stood up and walked up a set of stairs and then disappeared.

George wondered if he wanted to be followed and came to the conclusion he probably didn't...so he stood up and followed him.

Dream was compelling, George was drawn to him even though it was dangerous for him, even though dream was technically the enemy.

George wandered up the stairs, following the scent of dreams cologne which seemed to put him under a spell.

George swung open the door and let the cold, crisp air of the night hit him in the face.

George was expecting a bedroom but to his surprise he was on top of the casino of dreams.

The view was nothing short of breath taking. This was a view that anyone would be lucky to experience once in their lifetime. A place no one would ever want to leave.

George saw dream standing right at the edge.

Dream wasn't going to jump, he wasn't crazy.

But the height and possibility of death always brought dream back when he was feeling down.

It reminded him everything could be over with one wrong step.

On step forward could end his life.

It gives him perspective.

Why walk forward when you could simply step back, and that is what he did.

Dream turned to face George and his face was stained with tears concealed with a weak smile.

"Dream what is wrong?" George asked as he takes a step towards the boy who was still very close to the edge.

"We don't know each other George."

George shot dream a look which said 100 words.

"I have put everything into this place, I love it, it's the thing that keeps me going, I have nothing else but the name I was given. But I'm fighting a loosing battle."

George suddenly realised he was talking about the mafia and the card counter.

George stayed silent but shot an oblivious look.

"The mafia," dream continued.
"There is this guy, he counts cards and makes some of the biggest wins this place has ever had. I swear to god if I ever found him I-"

Dream clenches his fists and stops himself.

"It's ruining me, my name, my business."

George doesn't know what to do so he simply just nods.

He can see dream is broken and the liquid courage that was running though his veins made George very confident.

George grabbed dreams hand and lead him over to a bench at the edge of the building where they now both sat.

They both sat and watched over the city as the moon watched them.

Suddenly rain started pouring down on the pair, bouncing off the roof.

George stood up, he wasn't wearing a jacket, so he went to go inside but dream didn't move.

"Stay with me George, we need a break, I ament ready to go back yet." Dream let's put a fake laugh to try and lighten the mood.