Friend

#18.0

To whoever rules this world:
I beg you, get me out of here.
-Helplessness

⚠️Drug mention⚠️

A full week spent working and surrounded by nothing more but computers and numbers hasn't been the best for George. His company was launching a new feature and several new people got hired to work on this project, yet quite a good amount of them were amateurs and George had to personally go through each one of their works to test them and look for any coding mistakes.
That meant long days closed in his office pulling all-nighters, surrounded by coffees and empty bottles of water from William who made sure to not leave him dehydrated in his office, his girlfriend's lunchboxes being the only sort of break he granted himself during the day, eating them while he kept his focus on the files, his girlfriend's presence keeping him company in his office. Sometimes it got replaced by Karl, who was the only one who Claire would've approved to give his lunches to, refusing every time Sapnap proposed to bring his lunch to the office.

George stood on a stool not so far away from the dance floor, a drink the bartender had just given him resting on his hand. For some reason his mind decided to try go clubbing alone for a night, people enjoyed this kind of thing, and maybe Claire was the reason to why he didn't enjoy to go to these places.
Other than that, his mind was stressing him out with the marriage and he needed to get his mind off of it somehow, this one being one of the desperate options he could think of while munching on the cheeseburger his girlfriend cooked for him one of the previous days.
This club was the only one he would've gone alone to get drunk, the only problem being that it wasn't far away from Karl and Sapnap's house, near the area of the 24h supermarket the two friends always went to when buying groceries.

A red-haired girl approached him, sitting on the empty seat next to him as the purple glitters of her small tight dress reflected the lights from the dance floor.
"You don't come here often," he turned around to look at the voice that reached his ear, a small smile on her red lips, "do you?"
"You got me." George admitted, this girl was obviously hitting on him. He was about to reject her she talked first.
"You looked like you wanted to dance," she continued, George raising and eyebrow at her, "and we're both alone so why not dance together?"
George thought for a bit, even though he was going to reject her at the end of the night, he could've used her to kill some time instead of just sitting there doing nothing.
He grinned, bringing his chin to rest on his hand, "Why don't you let me offer you a drink first?"
Red lips arched in a smile, "Sure."

They danced together in the crowd of sweating bodies, surrounded by the scent of burnt weed in the air, George's hands down on her waist while hers traced along his chest and back, arm wrapping around his neck from time to time. Her hands moved to her waist on top of George's, guiding them to move around her body. He thought that hooking up with another girl could've been interesting, but he didn't feel nothing but boredom
and uneasiness from the alcohol.
He stopped his hand from moving any further, the girl looking at him confused. George answered by shaking his head, he was surely not in love with Claire like he once used to, but he definitely wasn't going to cheat on her with such a person.
"Not so fast darling." he said, the nickname feeling awkward for him, but that girl didn't seem to mind it, "we have all the time we want for everything."

She probably wished to have all the time in the world with George that night, but apparently he fell for the trap set by karma. A strong hand reached for his shoulder, turning him around and dragging a drunk and confused George out of the club. Before he could figure out what was happening, George got thrown against the brick wall of an alley right next to the club, a hand gripping on his neck not too later.
"Who's this little bitch with my girl, huh?!" The man shouted in George's face, his appearance looking nothing but a mass of muscles and bones without its brain, proof being the strong grip around his neck providing him as little amount of oxygen as possible to not faint.
George scoffed, saying through short breath "Get a leash on her then, -cus she acts like a whiny bitch."