That Night At The Bar- Dnf

10

-Karl POV-

Everyone had turned up now and it was chaos.

Literal. Fucking. Chaos.

Quackity was smoking weed-

Tommy was screaming.

Tubbo was trying to calm Tommy down, aka shut him the fuck up.

Ranboo was watching tubbo trying to get Tommy to calm down.

George was sat in the corner with his phone videoing what he could while pissing himself with laughter.

And I, I was hiding in the kitchen.

Partly because of the wild boars that had infested my home but also because of George and what had happened earlier.

I feel like I am in a state of I don't even know, shock?

I mean they almost fucking kissed and that's not the bad part.

The bad part is that George doesn't think he was serious about it?

I wasn't even there and I know he was.

I was trying to push the thoughts out of my head but I couldn't?

The thing is, is that it wasn't the whole flirting situation I couldn't shake, it was the phone call.

It was so out of the blue and it obviously worried him so much that he had to leave. 

Then it hits me, what does he even do for a job?

Just as I was slowly sliding further and further down the slippery slope of interest, I felt a tap on my shoulder which shook me back to reality and what was going on in my now maniac-filled house.

I turn around to see a concerned George looking at me, his eyebrows furrowed while he studied my spaced out face.

"Karl? Are you ok, you seemed a bit spaced out there?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm all good don't worry," I start, smiling widely at him, "how's my house doing?"

"I mean nothings broken but quackity is high... he wants to have some kind of party I think."

"Of course he does," I roll my eyes because this happens every single time but the party never actually comes to life because we have no contacts other than quackity's weed suppliers whom I do not want in my house.

"I mean, we could see who's available..." he trails off, avoiding my intrigued eyes.

"And who is going to actually come George? We don't know anyone who isn't already here."

He gives me a look, raising his eyebrow slightly as if he was waiting for the lightbulb above my ahead to ping on.

And the it does, "George... they wouldn't come though, would they?"

"Worth a try if you ask me, we haven't had fun in ages come on."

"Fine, fine, but they might be busy you know. Blondie literally had to leave your date earlier," I say smirking as I empathise the word date knowing it will tease him.

"Come on, please," he starts pulling those puppy eyes on me.

"Fuck you..." I mutter under my breath so he doesn't hear, "fine George, I'll text Sapnap now."

Me

Uh hey Sapnap :)

So me and my friends are throwing a small party later on tonight did u and ur friends wanna come?