what's stopping you?

hypno [remastered]

𝖙𝖗𝖎𝖌𝖌𝖊𝖗 𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘 𝖎𝖓 𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖆𝖚𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖗'𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖊

𐐪𐑂 ♡

sapnap is so fucking confused.

or drunk?

same thing.

how he even found his way into the crowd of people trying to get to the bar, he isn't sure- he's far too focused on trying to work out where the fuck all of his friends have gone.

bassline junkie is blasting through the club, and all the ravenette can hear is the shitton of british teens screaming along to the lyrics as if it's the national anthem. and, if that wasn't already enough, whoever it is controlling the lights seems to think that this song is almost rave-worthy, as sapnap can't even keep track of all the colours flashing through the artificial smoke that clouds the room.

the ravenette makes his way past someone, now standing directly at the bar, and leans down against the wood, waiting to be served.

sapnap isn't sure how long they've even been at the club for, but he was drunk before even arriving at wetherspoons, since he and george did pres together, so he's officially reached the point where he's dancing with the boundary between being fine and vomiting over himself.

"hey, sap! what can i get you?"

the ravenette looks up at the familiar voice, so low and weirdly soft, and smiles drunkenly. "eret!" he greets his favourite bartender, feeling himself stand straighter.

he and his friends had come to hypno so often that they knew practically all of the workers- both bouncers and barkeep- but there was no doubt that eret was the best. well, eret and that one bouncer that they all referred to as batman because they didn't know his actual name.

"hey mate," the brunette smiles, leaning on the bar to hear sapnap better over the loud bustle of the club. "you want a drink?"

"three jagers please," sapnap smiled happily, already reaching into his pocket to get his phone out. he didn't even want three, but the three-for-five-pound deal was so engraved in his mind that ordering three at once was a reflex by now- something he did without even thinking.

eret nodded, typing the price into the card machine and placing it down on the counter in front of sapnap before turning back to grab three small glasses.

sapnap pays, having to type in his password twice, since it's too dark for face id and he typed it wrong the first time. eret turns back, putting the glasses down and checking the payment before pouring a shot's worth of alcohol into each glass. "where are all the others?"

sapnap squints ever so slightly in response to the question.

he's not even sure.

jack had ditched them after the first drink, going off to shoot his shot with some girl that he thought was pretty. he remembers seeing dream, wilbur and punz leaving a little while ago, but he doesn't know if they ever came back, or why they were leaving in the first place. george had left to go to the toilet and just never came back, so now he's standing alone waiting for a drink.