The moon and the mafia

Four

"Good morning sunshine!" Yelled a man George didn't recognise as he burst into the room to see George and dream suddenly wake up and instantly jump to opposite sides of the bed.

"Eh morning sapnap" dream slurs as he rubs his eyes in a desperate attempt to wake up.
"We have a meeting dream, you gotta get up." Sapnap said in a stern voice as he payed no attention to George.

George's head was thumping and he felt extremely akward in a room with two men who seemed to ignore him, his discomfort only grew as Sapnap ran his fingers through his hair, lifting his suit jacket and flashed a gun.

'Shit' George thought as he remembered he is currently sitting in the den of the enemy, the man who he is destroying.

Staying here last night was another one of George's mindless moments, for a highly intelligent criminal, he could be so stupid at times.

It was strange though, last night dream seemed like a sweet broken man, but now he is putting on a black shirt and skinny jeans on in the bathroom and not even acknowledging George.

George took the opertunity of dream being in the bathroom and Sapnap being distracted by his phone which was buzzing every other second with seemingly important messages to slip out of the bedroom door.

He went into Dreams kitchen and found paper and a pen and left a note;

'Will bring your clothes back tonight and give them to the bar,
Thanks for the help last night,
-GD'

He then grabbed all of his red suit apart from his bow tie which was still lost from the night before on the dance floor and left the building.

George was now on the streets of London and the sunlight hurt his sensitive eyes and intensified his already bouncing headache.

George tried to call Quackity but got no answer and his phone was almost dead so he decided to go back into the building and go to the floor with the cafe to grab a cup of coffee before the walk to his hotel.

He desperately hoped to not bump into dream so of course the second the elevator door opened at the cafe, there stood dream, making himself a coffee, George's breath hitched as he walked out of the elevator and sat at a table.

Within an instant of George sitting down dream walked over to his table.

"I got your note." He says, with no readable emotion.
"Oh, so we are talking now." George rolled his eyes.
"Oh come on George, don't be all cold with me George, we were talking last night, I thought we were friends?" Dream sits a seat opposite George on the table.
"Yeah I thought so too until you and your friend completely ignored me and then I saw Sapnap had a gun so I got the hell out of there dream, yeah you saved me last night and I am greatful but Sapnap acted as if I was some hooker in your bed and you just let him think that, you are kind of an ass."
Dream looked stunned at the boys bravery, no one was ever this honest to dream.

"Ouch." Dream said with a fake hurt expression on his face.
"If you hate me so much then why are you still here?" Dream continued.

"My phone is dead, I wanted coffee before I had to walk home in the cold, is that okay with you sir?" George said sarcastically.

"Let's go." Dream said bluntly, standing up and walking away.
George just sat still in a state of confusion.
"George you in there? I'm going to take you home." Dream laughed and George just stood up and quickly following behind him.

They were now on the underground of dreams massive building where he kept all of these marvellously expensive cars and motorbikes.

Seeing all of dreams wealth reminded George of who he was with and suddenly all of the confidence and bravery he was feeling earlier was gone, George felt small.

Dream opened the door on the passenger side of a black Ferrari and let George in before hopping into the drivers seat and starting the engine which let out a roar the echoed through the undergrounds.

They sat in silence other than George giving dream directions to the hotel but when they had stopped at a red light dream noticed George rubbing his head so dream pointed to the glove box.

"If you open that up, there is some aspirin." Dream said, not breaking eye contact with the red light until he felt the gaze of George upon his tanned skin.

"For the hangover?" Dream laughed, turning to face George before laughing and opening the glove box for him.

Both dream and George looked down at the glove box and George's face held a look of absolute terror as he saw the contents.

A pistol and two bags full of pills and powders the George didn't even want to question.

Both of the boys sat frozen for a moment before dream quickly moved his hand and grabbed the aspirin from under the pistol but Dreams sudden movement startled George and dream saw him flinch so he slowly passed George the aspirin and closed the glove box.

Both boys fell into silence again as the drive continued and dream and George arrived at the hotel where the mafia and George were staying.

"This is where you stay?" Dream questioned as he pulled up outside the hotel.
George stayed quiet and just nodded.
"This place is crawling with gangs and the mafia, are you safe here?" Dream asked, with a tone that makes George think maybe dream does have a heart.

"Yeah, I'm safe here, I promise." George smiles which helps him hold onto the lie.
The lie that could ruin George. If dream knew, George may as well plan his funeral, and he is sitting in Dreams million dollar car, lying to his face with nothing but a smile to blind dream.

Dream nods, feeling concerned for George but says nothing as the brunette swings open the door, grabbed his suit and walked towards the hotel.

George looked good walking away. He always walked with such power and confidence.

Dream drove away, left feeling guilty about what George saw in the glove box, not knowing it's contents was something George was very used to being around.

George walked into the hotel room where he saw Quackity, sitting at the wooden table with his fingers clasped together.

"And where the fuck were you?" Quackity asked however it wasn't in a concerning way.

"I'm sorry, I got drunk and I- I don't know I'm just sorry, I should have came home." George got himself all worked up only for Quackity to laugh at him.

"I'm only joking George, brighten up."

George stayed silent.
He was never panicked around Quackity but he was walking on eggshells, what if Quackity knew he was with dream last night?

What if dream knew he was with Quackity right now?

This sort of danger normaly gives George a rush but he just feels sick.

"Get freshened up George, we are winning big money tonight. Be careful out there though, people are getting suspicious." Quackity says as he places a switch blade on the table and slides it towards George who catches it and holds it tight in his hand.

Quackity then gets up and leaves to his own hotel room without another word, leaving George with unanswered questions.

The one burning question however was why dream claimed people saw what happened on the dance floor but they done nothing about it, surely it couldn't have been the mafia men, they had his back right?

George wasted time as he was kept in his hotel room all day by having a few drinks, he was stressed and he knew better than to get involved with drugs, so a few drinks before going into enemy territory couldn't hurt.