Forced love // dreamnotfound

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George was neither enjoying, nor not enjoying the night out. He was drinking on his own for now, not even needing a push from Dream.

Of course he did feel like trash after the fifth shot with his weak stomach, but he was telling himself over and over again - alcohol will make him feel better.

It wasn't yet, but it must after a few more.

"George! The karaoke is about to start, choose yourself a song, you're going first." Dream watched him with a ginourmous grin plastered on his sweaty face.

"Why me? Sapnap has to be first!" George yelled at them slightly grabbing on to his greasy hair. "Rock, paper, scissors." Dream gave George the possibility of not going first, and that's all he needed.

Now, it's all about trying to read off Sapnaps face.

"Rock, paper, scissors shoot!" They both yelled in sync and both dropped rocks. George looked at Sapnap with his everyday anxious manner. He had to win.

They went again, George won.

George won.

He quickly fell back in his chair, collapsing heavily. Something about going first terrified him. "Jesus, it's not that big of a deal, Gogy." Sapnap said trying to get past him.

He ordered his song and got told that he can already go sing. Looked like no one other than them wanted to sing as much.

Sapnap walked up to the microphone, watching Dream and George for support, but all he got were laughs at him. He looked at the person who sat on a stool with a clipboard. The guy nodded and music started playing.

Sapnap loudly breathed into the mic. Was he nervous? Couldn't be, Sapnap doesn't get nervous.

"I hopped off a plane at LAX, with a dream and my cardigan..." Both Dream and George started cackling. They tried to contain it, but the whole vibe Sapnap's giving is too much.

He stood very slightly up to the mic, leaning over to it a feet away, with his legs together and his hands behind his back. Why was he standing like that?

George looked back at him, and he was staring at them, very furiously. He continued singing, actually nailing it, the high parts were a bit too much like the mosquito sounds, but still better than what George would do.

Holy shit, right, the song is about to end, he's going to have to go there. George can already feel the embarrassment of his voice haunting up to him.

"It's a party in the USA..." Sapnap sang the last few notes in an Ariana Grande sort of way. Awesome, but now it's his turn.

"Dream, I'm not doing it." Dream was still cheering at Sapnap's awesome ending. "Shut the fuck up, George." He said grinning. Dream really took this whole thing as a joke.

Sapnap sat down again, still pumped up from the epic sing off. "George." Dream smirked over at him, staring deeply in his eyes. "Fine." George simply answered to Dreams non-stop pushes.

Just for fun, he chose "Mask. By Dream."

The man nodded as George continued standing there and watching him. His legs quickly paced up to the microphone. Not many people were really looking at him.

The melody loudly played trough the bar and too soonly, he had to start singing. Why the hell did he choose this song, it's too high.

"I wear a mask with a smile for hours at a time..." George just stood there awkwardly, with his hands by his sides. Dream watched him with his mouth agaped and smirking. Sapnap was much more all out, shaking his head up and down, waving his arms in the rhythm.

George ran off the stage at once as the final chorus was let out. His hands were still insignificantly shaky and breath still stuck to the stage.

He ran to his seat and plumped down. "That was awesome!" Dream watched him with joyful eyes. It was good to see Dream in a good mood, for some reason.

"I want more drinks." George said, which was weird. George said it. Not Dream or Sapnap. "I'll get some." Dream stood up and Sapnap did too. "Nope, your turn to sing, king. I'll get the drinks." Dream pressed his lips together in a thin line and watched Sapnap and his smart brain.

"I'm getting lime margaritas." George nodded and sent Sapnap off his way. Dream got on the stage right then.

Dream either had to drink the most while other people were singing, or he was just generally more confident.

He of course immediately started singing, and George was slightly enjoying his soft voice. The memories of him singing on call were still so fresh, it sort of hurt.

"Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind." George knew this song only from Tiktok, but still the beauty of the melody was very visible.

"Look what I have!" Sapnap approached the table with one margarita and a waiter holding two margaritas. They were all put on the table and George watched them with satisfaction.

Dream was watching the margaritas now too, his voice straining up from smiling. Sapnap and George took their drinks and started teasing Dream, tasting them and showing how delicious they are.

When Dream was back, both George and Sapnap started pumping him up with how good he sang even though he's quite drunk.

"Aw, lime margaritas, how sweet of you." Dream took it harshly in his hand. How the drink didn't spill, is a secret to all nature.

They continued talking and drinking. Chill and at the same time very pumped up. It wasn't a club, which dragged them all down, would be fun to have loud music blasting instead of old men singing country music.

"I'm going to the toilet." George stood up and headed away. "Wait up!" Dream yelled out from behind. The music was very loud, but in a bad way, cause the singers of the songs are changed up to people who have never sung before.

They both entered the bathroom and George was obviously a bit weirded out by them doing that together. Well, just being there at the same time, not pissing together. That would be weird, yeah.