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Birthday mess (Sweammare)

I'VE COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN TO UPDATE MY WATTPAD BOOK I'M SO SORRY

Warnings: Alcohol use and kissing, like, a lot of kissing.

Synopsis: The villagers organized a party to celebrate Dream and Nightmare's birthday who both just turned 18. Liquor is in the party and both get slightly tipsy...

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The 21st of December was a well-known date in the village of Dreamtale. Despite being a few days after Christmas, everyone knew what event was to be celebrated.

It was Dream and Nightmare's birthday, even though they all only memorized the Dream part.

This year, they would turn 18 and the villagers had convinced dragged Dream to try on alcohol. Nightmare had followed them to the surprise party to make sure none of them would try anything fishy such as drugging and sequestering him somewhere or something like that.

You may think that he's being overly dramatic and paranoid but he didn't trust the villagers as he knew what kind of manipulative and selfish jerks they were. Dream could barely stand them either but he, contrary to his childhood friend, was able to at least act civilized around them which made them think that he liked them.

As he followed the group, lurking in the shadows, he recognized the girl who had confessed to Dream not so long ago in the mass. His eyes narrowed, he was even less trusting now.

She had gotten rejected immediately right away and, as if it wasn't bad enough, Nightmare had snuck into her house in the dead of night to make sure she wouldn't try to pull that again.

He has known Dream for far longer and so, he deserved the right to confess first. He had tried, a couple of times actually but unfortunately for him, this man was denser than a rock so any sign he gave him was lost in translation and Dream never got the hint.

He swore under his breath that he was going to keep a close eye on these people.

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A few hours in and Dream was completely wasted, babbling nonsense under his breath that most people wouldn't be able to decipher as smart as they were.

Against all odds, he was finally left alone by the villagers who dumped him to go dancing instead.

As for Nightmare, he was still watching him quietly. The only problem was, he was completely and utterly intoxicated too.

Now you may wonder how that happened, it's pretty simple actually. He was keeping an eye on the group as he had planned to and since he was sitting at the bar, he got curious and decided to try out the forbidden beverage that was alcohol.

Little did he know that his alcohol tolerance was about as good as he was tall.

It did not help that he gulped it all down like a soda instead of taking little sips like you were supposed to so here he was, completely drunk.

He took in quietly Dream's unusually slumped figure on the counter before he noticed a person standing not too far from him, seemingly debating whether or not they should go talk to him.

For some reason, that pissed him off to no end. For all he knew, that person may just want to tell him to go home lest unnecessary trouble comes his way but Nightmare, who really couldn't think right, saw that as a threat.

That's when a terrible idea appeared in his head. Sober, Nightmare was already very impulsive and could hardly control himself but drunk? He was ten times worse.

Without thinking about it twice, he stomped toward his best friend who had already stood up, most probably aiming to go look for the other.

He had started walking away but before he could take another step, he felt someone grab him by the wrist. He frowned and turned around, only to meet familiar violet irises.