"Welcome! Welcome!" Wilbur and Quackity yell, the loud music almost overlapping their voices.
Everyone is in formal wear, but not suits. George had mentioned how it would be annoying to have suits on for a birthday party, so the power duo collectively agreed that they wouldn't wear suits.
"Jeez, are you sure this is a birthday party and not a strip club?" George says loudly to the curly haired brunette, Wilbur, standing besides him.
He laughs, looking down at George slightly and then out at the small crowd of people that are catching up under the colourful disco lights. "I swear to god this doesn't look like a birthday party," George laughs with a concerned smile. Bad isn't here yet, and he's worried that they've put too much effort into the party.
Wilbur smiles widely with a playful smile, looking at George. "We always make strip club birthdays. It's a tradition," he laughs, returning his gaze to the crowd.
George shakes his head, eyebrows knitting, "we literally don't. You just made that up," he says, looking out at the crowd as well,"how many things did you tell my butler to set up?" A surprised look engulfs his face, looking at all of the different food that scatters across different tables.
"Um-" Wilbur says, but before he can finish his sentence, he gets cut off by someone behind him.
"Wow," Bad simply says, a baffled expression on his face.
George is almost embarrassed when he turns around to face Bad. "Happy birthday, Bad," he says unsurely.
Bad walks further into the building, his hands tracing over the confetti and balloons. "You really outdid yourselves. Remember last year when Wilbur got me 200€ Chanel socks? This already tops it," he says with a slight chuckle.
Wilbur looks at George, his mouth turning into a thin line. He completely forgot he bought Bad socks last year as well. George just laughs at Bad's remark.
"Oops," Wilbur whispers.
Karl joins Bad, him congratulating him. Muffled voices turn more distant the more the two of them adventure further into the crowd.
"If this is not a strip club, then it's a wedding," George says, looking at Bad's custom made birthday cake. Wilbur laughs at his statement.
"Of course you'd think that," Wilbur says, rolling his eyes.
Suddenly George feels a familiar head place itself on his shoulder.
"Hi." Clay whispers with a small, warm chuckle, and George can hear his playful smile. Oh god. He's so close to George's neck.
"Hi," he says back almost immediately.
"George!" Sapnap says, hugging George. George relaxes when Clay's touch retreats and is replaced by Sapnap's. "Sapnap!" He copies, smiling.
Wilbur looks confused at the two of them. He reaches a hand out, "hello. I'm Wilbur," he smiles, shaking both Clay and Sapnap's hand. The two of them smile back, introducing themselves.
George is more than relieved because it seems as if they'll get along.
"Oh my god," Sapnap says, spotting a beer pong table. Karl and Hannah are taking shots and laughing, and Sapnap seems fascinated.
"Who are they? Can we go play beer pong?" He asks with glistering eyes full of hope.
Clay pushes Sapnap forward, motioning for him to go over there. Clay gets a worried expression in return, but he doesn't stop walking towards it.
The light outside contrasts to the colourful lights on the dance floor. George suddenly gets offered some kind of alcohol that a man with an apron carries in a tray. He accepts it.
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Homocide Fifty || DNF
FanficGeorge is excellent at solving cases. He's even known as one of the most talented detectives in the community. He's solved every case until he gets assigned a case that leaves him with questions. Notes that start from innocent messages to less inno...
