Dharmanta || DNF || DREAMNOTFOUND

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George threw his arms into the air, stretching as far and as much as he could. His body somewhat ached from last night, after all he owned a club and stripped for fun.

the surrounding skies were pooling with a dark and darker grey, clouds going in swirls as if someone had water colored with color blind colors. greys, whites, and hints of dark blue.

the weather was rather cooler and misty for a February morning in Los Angles, it made George question if he was still dreaming seeing as last nights sky was wide open and clear with stars in every spot, like a salt shaker on dark black and blue fabric.

he looked out the windows that covered the two walls, the corner to his penthouse which had a balcony with a hot tub, only accessible through his bedroom.

the time was nine in the morning, usually hes an early bird but with last nights overspill into his penthouse, he was up way past his usual bed time.

he slipped out of his bed, only wearing boxers and a over sized pair of sports shorts. His body was slim, almost like a Greek statue, he had semi broad shoulders with a really skinny waste, his abs looking as if they were carved into his body with the perfect proportions and sizes.

"are you finally up" a voice echoed from the living room, it was wilbur, georges body guard and best friend.

wilbur was sitting on one of the sofa chairs, his legs criss crossed on the chair as he read a book, but after he heard some movement in georges room, he stood up rather quickly and set the book down, a small piece of yarn as the book mark.

"no" George grumbled and threw the pillows off of the bed, fixing the sheets and making sure they looked decent. he soon put the pillows back on, aligning the silk black puffs with the smaller silk blue ones in the front.

"come on, lets go out" I heard his voice echoing in the room to the next, something that semi sucked about my penthouse is that there were no doors, it was all wide open with smaller walls separating the rooms, not counting the restrooms of course.

"dude" George dropped his broad shoulders and eyed wilbur through the opening from his bedroom to the living room area.

"what" wilbur said blankly as he approached the few stairs that lead up to georges room

"I just woke up" George scoffed and sat back onto his bed, pulling his phone from the side table and opening it with his password being 404.

"even better, its almost noon get ready" wilbur pushed his arms forward as if he was urging George to get ready immediately

"well I do need a new outfit for tonight" George turned off his phone and turned his head to the side, as if he was trying to look at wilbur sideways.

"what time did you get here anyway" the shorter brunette struggled to stand up, his foot getting caught on something that was on the rug bellow his feet.

"like eight, you were up late last night so I assumed you would sleep in longer so I did as well" he shrugged towards George, not really paying any attention towards George practically falling until George bent over and picked up what his foot got caught on

"oh my god" wilbur pierced his lips and looked away, trying to avoid the image of lingerie in georges hand, from someone last night.

"im taking a shower, we can leave at noon, go do something else" George was hesitant with the piece of garment in his hand but he held it with the tips of his fingers and tossed it to a different spot in the room, just so it wasn't near him.

"I think karl and daryl are here so ill go hang out with them" wilbur shrugged and pulled his phone out of his pocket, looking at any newer notifications.

"jesus their shifts dont start for another what? six hours?" George stopped what he was doing and looked at wilbur with an un-amused yet confused expression, un sure why his bar tenders were downstairs before their shifts.

"I think karl wanted daryl to teach him something or something I dont know, ill go check" wilbur hit georges shoulder and jumped down the stairs, almost eating it at the bottom because he miss-calculated how many stairs there really where.

George wandered into the bathroom, starting some random music and setting his phone onto a small decorative pan that rested near the entrance of the walk in shower.

the song playing was 'the night we met' by lord huron ft phoebe bridgers

George was slow getting into the shower, he knew he needed to after last night, after all he doesn't know what touched him, or who for that matter.

the water was turned to a cooler setting, something just below the temp needed to start steaming the mirror. softly, George took off his shorts, and then his boxers, just tossing them into a surrounding corner for his cleaning people to collect later.

now George wasn't always like this, he wasn't always so dependent on other people, as a child he was an orphan, running the streets with literally the clothes on his back and a suit case that held a polaroid camera with one extra film casset, and a shit ton of photos from his travels.

when he was thirteen, he was finally found by this wealthy women, and very famous, known as captain puffy, well her real name was cara. it sounds iliteral but she owned the building that George now owns, she had started the club from ground up and created it to be what it is today. but after a drunk driver took her life when George was only sixteen, it was a fight for him to keep the bar but some mystery doner donated money to keep it open and under his management, in some views that's creepy but George never cared, seven years later hes thriving and one of the richest people around with several houses and buildings.

after georges shower, he wrapped a towel around his waste, brushed his teeth and walked out to his bedroom once more, reaching down to plug his phone in again since he was only slightly paranoid about it dying.

there were only two ways to get into georges pent house, an elevator that came directly from the bottom lobby of the thirty floored building, keeping in mind georges house was the top floor, and then a staircase that led from the club which was only right below his house.

then the elevator signaled someone was coming up. George hesitated but looked up and saw it was some random kids, sixteen maybe.

the doors opened and their jaws dropped, seeing all the expensive furniture and stuff that was worth more than they had ever seen even on tv must have really shocked them.

"your just a couple floors to high, housing ends on floor twenty" George looked back down at his phone and ignored them, it wasn't that he didn't care, of course he cared, but he was trying to give off an impression that would make him seem cool to these kids.

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