Update: Grammar edit
{Sort of an AU? It's just if George had a job other than YouTube}
George was in North Carolina for his business trip. He stuck out like a sore thumb, and his accent wasn't helping at all. Darryl jumped around happily, grabbing George's hand and running towards their hotel room.
"And! And, Sapnapitus is here!"
Darryl shouted as he opened the door. Nick was laying on the bed scrolling through his phone.
"Yo."
Nick said, not taking one glance off his device.
"What about Dream?"
George asked.
"He's out with 'real life' friends, he said he'd be in the area though."
Darryl complained.
"Shame."
George mumbled. They put their stuff down, George stretched, and Darryl crashed into the fluffy hotel bed.
"So you said something about a party..."
Nick mentioned. Darryl's eyes widened.
"No! We are here to have fun with each other. I was warning you about traffic, muffin head!"
Darryl shouted with panic.
"Nah, let's go. We'll be together. It'll be fine since we're ugly as hell anyways."
Nick teased.
"Language!"
Darryl shouted, while George let out a quiet giggle.
"Come on Bad, what's the worst that could happen? We'll be together too."
George said in a convincing tone.
"Alright fine, but we need to be back by 12 okay?"
Darryl insisted. George and Nick looked at each other happily.
"Cool, lemme change."
Nick said, jumping off the bed and running to the bathroom with clothes.
Time skip
George walked into the room, and flinched at the sudden loud music. Nick snickered.
"What are we going to do here anyways?!"
Darryl yelled.
"Drink, talk, have fun I suppose."
Nick yelled back. George nodded and they all awkwardly walked towards the counter with all the drinks. George took a red solo cup and pour a small amount of whatever the hell was in that fruit punch bowl. Nick took a generous amount and Darryl just grabbed a can of Cola. They all walked to the backyard and sat at an empty picnic table. They continued to talk and drink, leaving one at a time to grab drinks, until George noticed his eyes land on a peculiar blonde male. Tall, with freckles and green eyes... exactly like Dream. Bad said he was in the area. George thought to himself.
"George, you there? It's your turn to get drinks."
Nick babbled drunkenly. George snapped back into reality and looked at Nick.
"Oh yeah, sorry."
George apologized, and got up. He walked to the table and filled the two cups up with alcohol, and grabbed a can of sparkling water, which was the only thing left in the cooler. He struggled to walk back, stumbling like a drunkard until someone caught him. He felt a pair of rough and large hands on his hips, a little too tight for comfort.
"Watch out baby, you could've hurt that pretty face of yours."
A tall brunette teased. George felt confused and uncomfortable.
"Pardon, do I know you?"
George asked, getting distracted.
"No, but I'd like to get to know you."
The brunette suggested, with a smug grin.
"Look I'm sorry but my friends are waiting for their drinks."
George said, unable to push the taller males hands of his hips because his hands were full. The man gripped even tighter.
"My friends left me and..."
The man started. George looked down out of fear and avoided looking at the man.
"Hey leave him alone."
Someone else called out. He sounded so familiar, but being drunk George couldn't tell who it was. The two looked around for who said that. They both laid their eyes on the blonde George saw earlier.
"Dream?"
George asked. The blonde didn't responded.
"Hey man, look I was didn't know he was with you."
The brunette stammered.
"Yeah, shouldn't be doing that to anyone, to be honest."
The blonde scoffed. The tall brunette rolled his eyes and walked away.
"Hey.. thank you."
George said with relief.
"Ha, no problem. You called me Dream earlier, do you know me?"
The blonde asked. Now that George thought about the man sound a lot like him too, but the lights inside of the house were too dim.
"No sorry I thought you were someone else."
George responded, laughing breathlessly at the end of the sentence. He took a sip of his drink.
"What's your name?"
The blonde asked.
"George."
The blonde's eyes widen.
"George? Is that you?"
The blonde asked.
"Huh? Who are you?"
George asked.
"Dream-Clay I mean Clay."
The blonde responded.
"Wait, Dream? What a coincidence."
George drunkenly slurred. Dream laughed.
"Let's get you back to your friends."
Dream said in a comforting tone.
"Okay they're out in the backyard."
George explained. Dream grabbed his shoulder and walked him towards the table. George felt his face flush a little but his face was already red from how much he drank.
"I can't believe I saw you at this party it really caught me off gua..."
Dream started. He was holding the door halfway open when he saw the other two.
"Dream!"
Darryl shouted.
"Wha... *hic*.. where?"
Nick asked, eyelids heavy as if he was about to blackout. Dream laughed heartily and sat down at the table and talked for a bit. Darryl checked his phone and his eyes widened with panic.
"Alright guys, let's head back, it's 1:34."
Darryl urged. Dream didn't want to leave George so he drunkenly clung to the Brit and whined.
"Oh... Dream I need to go."
George said, laughing and pushing Dream off.
"What? No, can't you come over to my hotel?"
Dream asked.
"Well, there are only two beds in our room as well. But he wouldn't have any clothes or his stuff."
Darryl pointed out. Dream rolled his eyes.
"He'll be fine."
And after a one taxi ride, and a confusing walk around the hotel the two made it to Dream's room. George laid down and closed his eyes. He heard Dream walk around and then he felt Dream lay down next to him.
"Dream what was the point of bringing me here if you're just going to sleep next to me?"
George asked tiredly. Dream didn't answer, and instead wrapped his arm around George and moved closer, putting the other hand and George's inner thigh. George felt his face sting with warmth, and something else.
"D-Dream what are you doing?"
George asked.
"What you don't like it?"
Dream mumbles tiredly.
"Well I don't mind it but you're acting out of charact-"
George covered his mouth when he felt Dream palm his crotch.
"What do you think you're doing?!"
George hissed.
To be continued
