ship; gream
warnings; smut (somewhat)
college au
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george snaked out of the old house as he inhaled the fresh air of outside. parties were never his scene, and they never had been. although he had escaped the inside scene, the outside wasn't much better. by the mailbox out front, someone was hurling up presumably alcohol and someone had fallen asleep on the swing out by the garage. george sighed as he leaned against the wall next to the front door.
george had only attended this party since his best friend, clay, threw it. yes, it was shitty of him to be avoiding his best friend's party, but hey—it blowed. it was too chaotic. one second everyone was playing beer pong in the backyard and now george could hear people shouting in the living room. it was probably just a chug party.
"where's my main man george?" the brunet heard from out front.
"fuck," george mumbled as he pushed himself off the wall and slipped back inside. "sorry i had to grab my phone from my car." george lied as he patted his phone in his pocket.
"come chug with me!" clay demanded as someone shoved george into the circle of people. there were at least thirty-five people at clay's party, which was less than usual. clay was their college's 'big thing', although george never understood why. he was just as irritating as everyone else.
clay handed george a beer. god, george hated the taste of beer. it was practically watered down piss in a can. and besides, george was a lightweight, and for that reason he hated drinking.
"seriously—do i have to?" george mumbled as clay cracked open his can.
"yes, duh! we're best friends!" clay slurred as george hesitantly cracked his open as well, bringing the aluminum to his lips. he naturally tipped his head back as him and clay began to down their drinks, clay managing to get his down much faster. george gagged on his first few sips, but then, it went down easier than expected. when his can was empty, he let it slip out of his grasp and hit the floor. for some reason, everyone, including clay enjoyed the sight of george chugging a beer. "another!" clay said as he wrapped an arm around george's shoulder, pulling him into his side.
"please no, not another." george whispered as someone hurried to get the the pair two more cans.
"you're fine!" clay said as he took grasp of his next can, george taking his own. no, he was not fine, and none of this was. george was a lightweight—and it wasn't good that he was taking in alcohol this fast.
despite george's protests, clay cracked open his beer and began to imbibe. george huffed out as he copied his friend's actions. once again, his and clay's friends, as well as the other people he didn't know laughed and cheered.
"fuck." george murmured as he dropped his can first. his friend's grasp on his shoulder tightened as he heard the aluminum hit the floor. clay's hand squeezed george's shoulder at the noise of the can hitting the wooden floor. george shrugged off his friend's arm, suddenly feeling overwhelmed by the touch. clay was impressed to say the least once he realized his friend had finished first.
"george!" clay shrieked as him and his friends all gathered close. "you crazy fucker!" george rolled his eyes at his friend's drunken words. as quickly and as stealthy as he could, george slipped out of the living room and down the hall to the master bathroom.
locked. george huffed out as he turned on his heel and headed in the other direction. his hand dragged against the wall of the house in an attempt to keep himself from stumbling. it was no use though, the alcohol was slowly creeping into his system and his head began to pound as he navigated his way downstairs. the lower floor of the house was surprisingly empty and george quietly muttered a 'thank god' under his breath.
