That Night At The Bar- Dnf

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-George POV-

I had had a nice chat with ranboo after running into him after the kitchen incident. I have always got on pretty well with him, he's one of the calmer ones of the group like me.

Don't get me wrong, Karl can be calm but sometimes he's a fucking nutter, I think it depends on who he is around and how much he has had to drink- I still love him though, he's been my best friend since like, I don't even know, forever? 

And other than that the rest of them are crazy, especially Tommy, I swear I can never get a moment of peace around him...

Dream had disappeared earlier and I haven't seen him since, no one has seen him since. I gathered he was with one of his friends or something, maybe Sapnap or Wilbur?

I'd seen Wilbur though, he seems nice, pretty normal if I'm honest. He keeps to himself quite a bit and I never saw him as a loud person, you know, like Tommy and all. 

With that in mind I was surprised when I saw him with them but they looked like they were having fun and he looked comfortable with their chaotic energy.

Music was blaring and most people were starting to have quite a few drinks, becoming louder than usual. I say some people, that meaning Tommy and Quackity. 

They were both shit faced and I have to say I'm very surprised that they haven't passed out of a random floor in poor Karl's house.

I had assumed that all of dream's friends were staying the night with us as most of them were properly shit faced and it would fucking stupid to drive like that. Along with the fact that it would literally be illegal...

My answer was given when I saw Wilbur lying on the sofa, almost passed out from exhaustion and laying in Quackity's arms...

Quackity seemed to take a liking to Wilbur, which is weird as fuck because quackity doesn't like anyone outside our friend group and goes out of his way to insult them, obviously in Spanish so they have no clue what any of it means and it also grants him the ability to say whatsoever the fuck he wants with no consequences.

He tried to do it to me when we first met...but I know Spanish so it didn't really work out. 

Passive aggressiveness is the best in my opinion, so I used it and started speaking German. It was so funny seeing his face for the first time.

He had no clue what I had said but what he did know was that I had understood every single word he had just spilled out from his mouth.

And that's how we became friends.

I was suddenly brought back to the cruel reality of where I was. In the present, not the past.

For a second I didn't know why I had broken out of thought until I felt a familiar touch on my waist and warm breath on my neck.

"Hiya Georgie," he whispers.

"Dream, don't say that. You sound like fucking pennywise oh my god," I whined back.

He laughs, "sorry...Georgie."

"I hate you," I mumble under my breath.

"I don't think that's true, is it?"

Fuck.

He was right though.

What is wrong with me, what the fuck.

My silence gave him his answer.

"You know, it's getting a bit boring down here..." he trails off, not moving his hands from my waist or his lips that were so close to my neck I could almost feel them against my cold skin.