Friend

#44.7

You reincarnate every
thing I hate about life.
-Terrible Human

⚠️SEXUAL HARASSMENT⚠️
⚠️SLIGHT DESCRIPTION OF BLOOD⚠️

The new feature teased a few weeks ago to the public already drew the interest of many amongst the users of their platform and when it was finally released, money started rolling in, so it was only reasonable for George's team, which led the plan, to celebrate this incredible day.
"With this large number of takings the boss has to reward us with something, or even better- promote us!" The team manager exclaimed, everyone cheering in response.
George seemed to be the most sober one out of everyone, even those co-workers he's known to not be heavy drinker, drank one or two more beer bottles than usual.

He didn't feel like drinking today, after the night at the club when his drink had been spiked, it's been two weeks since he had a weird feeling when he drank in public. He might be overreacting but it felt weird, maybe if he drinks with Dream the unpleasant event might be replaced with a better one.

George shook his head, his forehead resting on his hand, Dream has been the muse of his mind lately, he even stopped thinking of gifts for his and Claire's monthly anniversary, not that she noticed anyway.
Black wavy hair rested on his shoulder, Elijah really is a heavy drinker, he's the one that had drunk the most out of everyone and the alcohol just started to hit him now.
"Must be nice to be young." He laughed to himself.
"We couldn't have done it without our leader team sir Davidson!" Elijah shouted laughing, getting replies from their coworkers as cheers, laughs and howls filled the bar.

He just noticed it tonight; George had never been so close to Elijah up until now, he always looked at him from the seat of his office chair and the few times they had a meeting they sat relatively distant to each other, but his figure is huge. He can't pinpoint exactly what makes him feel weird, the height, his broad shoulders, or his perfectly toned body - which could be felt even through the layers of clothing - but it's making him nervous. He would drink to get a bit loose but he's one of the few colleagues who is going to bring someone home so he's chained down to his soberness.

"How about we go home?" One of the sober men in the group said, looking down at his watch, "It's getting pretty late." he glanced around the table, noticing most of the drunk ones starting to doze off on the wooden surface. George agreed and slowly everyone went out of the bar.

One of his colleagues had a car with enough seats for six passengers while another drove four people home.
"Good for you George you just gotta bring Elijah home." one of his coworker chuckled as he walked to his car, dragging the last of their coworkers in.
George helped Elijah not to trip on his steps, struggling to hold him by his waist because he was heavy. His fingers accidentally traced over his muscles a little too often to not make George's mind wander off to debatable thoughts.

"Elijah you live nearby right?" George asked slowly, saying clearly his words because the last few times he asked Elijah told him to repeat, hoping he would've been sober enough to remember where his house was.
"George..." his tone had an unusual glint to it, George brushed it off by blaming the alcohol, "You remember when you noticed the way I was dressed at work? You thought I was more elegant than usual?" he turned around to meet the brunette gaze.
George nodded, "Yes... Why? Does that matter?"

"I dressed that way on purpose." Elijah lowered his head. George frowned.
"I was hoping you would've noticed..." He murmured, and George's heart sunk to his stomach, a feeling of anxiety bubbling in his chest, eyes starting wander everywhere. He glanced at his shoes, then started eyeing the neon billboards at the entrance of several pubs and bars, looking everywhere except Elijah's eyes.