The moon and the mafia

Six

George pauses just before he reaches the bar and debates running.

Not only running but admitting everything to dream.

George likes to think he is important and people need him and people owe him but dream owes George nothing.

There is nothing between George and dream other than a slight fondness which disappears from time to time.

George decides his safest option is to show the money to Quackity and schlatt and secure himself.

Even if it went against every one of his morals.

"Hello George." Schlatt smiles as he swivels round in his bar seat.

Quackitys face is moist, he is sweating from anxiety, and all of the tense muscles soon to relax as George hands schlatt a brief case full of money.

"How much." Schlatt asks bluntly.

"£70,000" George looks at the ground, rather unimpressed and schlatt let's out a smile laced with venom, there was a feeling in George's stomach, a sudden realisation, something about this man was off.

"Where does this money go to then?" George asks bluntly, wiping the smile of schlatts face.
There is a burning eye contact that George refuses to break.

George doesn't know why he has never asked that simple question before.

He tells himself he simply wasn't a curious creature but deep down, he didn't want to know what exactly he was paying for.

Quackity senses the tension as schlatt gives no answer and George doesn't stand down.

"Well right now, it will pay for drinks." Quackity motions to the bar tender for more drinks.
"I would love to stay but I have places to be." George rolls his eyes before taking off towards the elevator.

Quackity stood stunned. He then saw a blonde man meeting george at the elevator.

Quackity couldn't tear his eyes away as he noticed the tall blonde man beside George was wearing George's favourite red bow tie.
He stared until they stepped into the elevator together.

George and dream stood in a silence and George pushed the button for dreams suite.

"Long night Georgie?"
"Don't call me that."
"Noted"

The elevator dings and the doors open.

"So why are we up here George." Dream asks as he walks to the mini bar in his open planned livingroom and begins to make two drinks.

George stays quiet and wide eyed, almost zoned out. He just walks towards the sofa with small steps and sits down before finally speaking up.

"You asked before if I was safe where I lived, and I said yes."
Dream turns his head, paying attention to him.
"Well...I don't feel very safe anymore." George says with a voice completely empty of emotion.

Dream hands George a drink and sits beside him.
Dream sits with an absent minded George for almost an hour and explains he can stay the night here but that he would have to be himself for a little while because dream had some work to do.

Dream reluctantly left George alone, he wasn't sure what was going on with him and he wasn't entirely sure why he cared.

Dream was back at the bar, talking to the bartender about something rather boring and unimportant before a wave of horror, anger and shock ran through his body all at once.

"Well if it isn't dream." Schlatt darts a smile.
Dream grits his teeth, biting his tongue in a desperate attempt to control himself.
Schlatt and dream had history and not a good one.
"Get the hell out of my building." Dream stands up tall, somehow looking taller than before.
"That's dream?" Quackity asks, desperately trying to peel him eyes away from George's bow tie around dreams neck.