((TW: Vomit))
The upper part of the house was quieter. Many people when up here to have a drunken make-out session or do whatever else drunk horny teens do. After getting the drinks and such, Dream lead George up stairs and into another large room, a second living room of sorts. There was already a group of people there. Wilbur and Niki, and Fundy, who was dressed as a fox were sitting on a couch, on the side couch was Punz and Karl. Sapnap was sitting on the floor between two others George didn't recognize.
"Aye they're here, let's start!" Punz cheered as they entered. They walked over, placing the spare drinks on the side table. Dream plopped down on the floor and George sat next to him. "Okay, whose first?"
The game was pretty tame at first. The dares consisting of making someone yell 'penis' out the window and mundane things like that. George had finally warmed back up and was laughing along with the group. He was also warming up to the idea of drinking. He was on his fourth drink when he was called on, by Wilbur.
"George, truth or dare?" Wilbur had a devilish smirk on his lips.
George was feeling more confident with the booze finally buzzing his blood. "Dare." He said in a challenging tone.
"Fuck yes, finally." Wilbur cheered. "I dare you to do seven minutes in heaven. With Clay." Wilbur said a little too eagerly. George suddenly wasn't confident anymore. Clay laughed.
"You can pass if you want." Clay said.
"No.. he chose dare, he has to!" A drunk Sapnap chimed in.
"No, ill do it. I have no choice." George stood up. Were his legs always this wobbily? He chugged the rest of his drink and stumbled to the closet, Clay followed. Once they were locked in the closet together, Clay could here Wilbur laughing as he walked away.
They were very close as the closet had no space for them. Clay looked down at George, he was swaying slightly as he stood. Clay raised an eyebrow. "You alright?" He asked.
"You're pretty..." George said quietly.
"George... are you... drunk?" Clay tried to hide his laugh but it failed.
"No.. I'm not drunk." George grinned like a fool. He was definitely drunk. Clay rolled his eyes. George shifted slightly and nearly fell over, thankfully Dream caught him.
"Careful, i got you..." Clay whispered their faces were so close together. They sort of just stared for awhile. George smiled and wrapped his arms around Clay's shoulders.
"Hi.." George slurred.
"Hey..." Clay stood up a little, widening the distance between their faces much to George's dismay. And that's how they stood for the entire seven minutes. Staring into each other's eyes as they were entangled in their arms. George was very upset when Wilbur unlocked the door and let them out. They went back and sat down.
"No fair!" Nick wailed like a child. George was offered a Jell-O shot by someone and he accepted. He woofed in down then gagged. It tasted like rubbing alcohol.
"What's wrong Nick?" Fundy asked.
"Dream got a kiss from George!" He cried. Everyone knew that the chances of something actually happening in the closet were slim to none so no one took him seriously. "I want one... Let's make Clay jelly." He grinned, shaking his shoulders on the word 'jelly'.
"Oh? You do?" Karl asked and laughed. "George, truth or dare?" Karl was breaking the rules but no one seemed to care. For the content.
"Dare!" George wiggled, hoping to get something with Clay. George ate another Jell-O shot.
