why'd you only call me when you're high

room b

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"Yeah, I'd say just- SAPNAP'S HERE."

Sapnap walked in his door and immediately rolled his eyes.

"What happened?" Karl laughed.

"I sat down and watched some guys strip, I don't know. It was gross."

Dream laughed.
It was silent, no one knowing how to continue conversing.
This was a pretty awkward topic.

Sapnap broke the silence, "So, my turn. Dream, truth or dare?"

Dream laughed softly. "Uhh, dare."

Sapnap smirked.

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"THAT WAS THE WORST THING EVER."
Sapnap broke out into uncontrollable laughter.

Dream gagged. "Oh my GOD I couldn't even look most of the time, I wanted to puke. And all the guys around me were all staring and- oh my god."

Sapnap felt a twinge of hurt at that, and looked over at Karl. Although he knew it wasn't his intention, and that Dream had no idea about Sapnap's experience, he felt like Dream was grossed out by the fact that guys were interested in that stuff at all. He couldn't imagine how Karl felt at dream saying that, since he probably already felt excluded from Sapnap and dream in this area.
He tried to brush it off though, scolding himself in his head for dwelling on the thought. He wasn't gay, what did he care?

Sapnap forced a laugh.

"That leaves Karl..." Dream taunted.

"NO. Absolutely not," Karl replied hurriedly, "I'm not gonna risk seeing one of my trashy exes at one of those places.

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Sapnap was growing hopeless.
2 weeks had passed, and he hadn't gotten a call, a text, a voicemail, nothing.

God, he was so stupid for even thinking that the dude would want anything to do with him.
He's a fucking stripper for gods sake, his job was to seduce people.
And- why the fuck was he so upset at this whole situation?? It wasn't like he was gay. It was a fucking dare. Going to a gay strip club was so fucking weird and crazy, that it had to be a dare. Because why the hell would a guy want that, right?

Fuck.

He had pondered over the circumstances for a few days. And didn't tell anyone about what was going on. He refused. No one would ever find out about all this faggoty shit.

But, nevertheless, he realized that he needed some... closure. A reason as to why he hadn't gotten a call. Or at least, he needed to see the mystery guy one more time.

So, he put on sweats and a hoodie, and left the house.
At 11:30 pm on a Saturday. The same time he left a couple weeks earlier.

He walked down the barren street, hands trembling in his pockets. He took a deep breath and called an Uber.

When he finally arrived at the front door, he hesitated for a second.
Did he really want to do this?

His question was answered when the door almost slammed into his face, Quackity walking out.

"Oh shit, sorry man, I didn't mean to- oh, you're that guy from before! Uhhh... Sapnap. Right?"

"Yeah, hey man."

"I think he's performing tonight, if that's what you're here for," Quackity teased.

Sapnap ignored him, "did you give him that note?"