The Fill-in Boyfriend // DNF

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"Wait." George hissed as they entered the club. He pulled Dream back into the entryway before anybody could spot them. "I can't believe I almost forgot!" He exclaimed, eyes wide. 

Dream furrowed his brow, "What? Is there a problem?" He asked, worry beginning to appear behind his green eyes.

George nodded his head, "Uh yeah!? What am I supposed to be like? Like what have you told your friends about me? Anything of significance?"

Dream smacked his head, "Oh! Right! Um, well I told them you could skateboard and play the guitar, I don't think I said anything else. Just play along with whatever I do and you should be fine." He explained, craning his neck to look behind George so as to look for what George supposed were his friends.

He sighed, "Okay, well I know how to do one of those things at least. Unfortunately, I can't play the guitar, so let's just hope they don't ask me too." George said, a bit more calmed down now that he knew more about what he was supposed to be like for the night.

Dream tugged him closer to himself and began to lead him inside more. "I see them." He whispered, not taking his eyes off of a group of boys that looked his age. George studied them.

They didn't look right to him, but he trusted Dream for knowing his own friends and he wouldn't be that person that judges people on their looks.

As they approached the men standing at the bar, George let himself fall into the perfect role of a boyfriend; grabbing Dream's arm and leaning into him slightly. Dream's hardly taller frame made his act look even better.

He felt Dream stiffen ever so slightly before relaxing. "Hey guys!" He called out, waving at the dudes in question. A red haired boy glanced over at his voice and his smiling face fell slightly as he noticed George, but he was quick to mask it. George narrowed his eyes at him, before looking over the other guys.

A ravenette threw his arms up and walked over, beaming, to grasp Dream in a hug. George separated from Dream's side to allow them to do so, taking the time to study the other three boys.

The red head was ignoring him, focusing his attention on Dream; while one of the tallest of the group–a blonde— stood up to greet Dream as well. The other brunette smiled at him as he watched George take them all in.

"You're Riley, right?" The brunette said, tilting his head at George.

George paused for a split second before nodding. "That's me. How'd you know?" He winked, easily recovering from his unnoticeable slip-up. 

The brunette shrugged, "Lucky guess. I'm Wilbur." He smiled at George, his aura emitting friendliness.

Sudden panic shot through George as he racked his brain for if Dream had said if Riley knew his friends or not, but he was saved as Dream came to the rescue; having finished talking to the ravenette and blonde.

"Ahh, Wilbur! Nice to see you again!" He greeted, patting Wilbur on the shoulder. Wilbur smiled up at him, "As of you, Dream."

As the two men conversed, the ravenette from before came up behind George and laid his arm across his shoulders. "Hiya, cutie. You must be Riley." He drawled. George could smell the alcohol on his breath and wondered briefly how long he had been drinking since he had gotten here.

Gently, he shrugged the arm off his shoulder. "Yes, also, Dream's boyfriend." He reminded, pointedly saying that he was off limits.

The black haired boy laughed, "I know. I just like to tease him. I'm Sapnap." He held out his hand for a handshake and George hesitantly accepted it.

It was crowded in the bar, a muffled din settling across the mob dancing and drinking as George talked with Sapnap. It was almost calming, in a weird sort of way, and George became more and more less awkward as it settled into his bones.