• GEORGE'S PRICE •

• three •

really late update :/

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tw: drinking

george slipped a large, navy sweatshirt over his slightly revealing shirt, and shrugged it over his shoulders. he pulled on some doc martens, kicking out his legs as he hurriedly pulled himself together and through the door.

there was a bounce in his step as he excitedly hopped down the street, swaying his hips absent-mindedly as he hummed under his breath. dreamdreamdreamdreamdream. the mysterious man was all that could play through george's mind, his alluring sense of possession, the way he would touch george...

a canny, ringing noise erupted in george's pocket, a cheap phone ringtone obnoxiously beating in and out of his ear. george fumbled with the buttons, pressing answer with his finger.

"george where are you-"

"GEORGIE WE NEED YOU!" a couple different voices could be heard from the tinny speaker. george laughed nervously, standing awkwardly on the pavement, his bare legs shivering a little in the cold.

"ummm, i don't know guys..." george had absolutely forgotten about his plans to meet with his friends.

"DON'T YOU DARE CANCEL ON ME GEORGE." quackity cried into the phone, shaking the device violently, the audio glitching and spasming everywhere.

"i'm not- i won't." george reassured his friend. "i'm just running late."

"good, thats good. i thought you were gonna blow me off."

"george doesn't have enough friends to blow us off."

"shut up that's mean."

"its the truth! the bitter truth!"

"i'm gonna hang up now..."

"NO! GEO-"

george let out a sigh of relief as he pressed the end call button. he had totally forgotten about his plans. shit.

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"lets watch coraline." the fluffy haired boy pulled his friends closer to him, aggressively wrenching the remote from george, causing the latter to giggle, and rock backwards into the cushion that held them all up.

quackity let out a huff, disgustedly removing karl's hand from his shoulder. "coraline is a boring ass movie. its so boring, like so boring. i want to watch-"

"i don't care. coraline! coraline!" karl's high pitched voice squeaked as he laughed, gently hitting alex in the face. he stuck his tongue out, flipping him off light-heartedly as karl continued to whine.

"he's probably scared of it, alex is a pussy." nick laughed dryly at his friend's expense, leaning into karl as he let out his giggles. he wrapped his arm around karl's shoulders and smiled warmly at his friends.

"SAPNAP. I AM NOT A PUSSY." quackity howled in defense, spitting out nick's preferred name in the same tone a three year old would defend the statement of them being tall and strong.

george smirked absent-mindedly, awkwardly fiddling with the hem on his skirt. his friends were fun, yeah, but it almost felt as if dream was in his head, tugging at him to think about their experiences together. it probably wouldn't be a big deal, they didn't have a fixed meeting schedule, and it wasn't as if george had anything to pay him tonight.

"george, i don't like this movie, i don't like this movie." quackity reached over to shake george's shoulder. "i hate this movie. it's boring, see?" darkened images flashed on the screen, quackity's fingernails digging into george's wrists as he flapped around.

"shush!" karl leaned over and slapped quackity, pressing his legs up against sapnap as he twisted his body to reach alex. sapnap was not reacting to this well, as could be observed from his crimson flush.

"k-karl," sapnap breathed, chuckling a little as karl reacted to his position. his knees were shoved up against sapnap's crotch and their bodies were entangled in a mess of arms and legs.

"you're disgusting," quackity commented.

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dream let out a shaky sigh, fingers cramping as he doled out another set of cards. he tilted his head back as he gulped down another pint of beer. the middle aged man in front of him eyed him questioningly as dream ran his hands through his hair again. god george, what are you doing to me.

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"that movie was shit. dogwater." quackity proclaimed as the ending credits took up the screen, stretching his arms out, letting out an obnoxiously loud yawn.

"my cousin recommended it," karl shrugged. "i liked it!"

"my cousin only watches porn movies," sapnap joked.

"my brother dropped out of school because of his drinking addiction." quackity stated monotonously. he let out an awkward laugh.

"what," sapnap leaned over to raise an eyebrow at quackity.

"quackity..." karl began, stifling a quiet giggle as the rest of the group exchanged faces of bewilderment.

george guiltily giggled, leaning against quackity in an attempt to console him. "what-"

"its fine, ew don't do that gogy." quackity shoved george off him as he complained.

george laughed in mock disbelief as he yelled "GOGY?!" he tipped his head back, kicking his friend hard in the stomach, causing quackity to grunt in pain, leaning on karl for stability.

"oh my god." sapnap groaned, smacking quackity on the head lightly.

"i'm hungry." karl complained, getting up from his seat on sapnap's lap and stretching. "i'm going to order food."

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dream smiled dryly as he took the small bundle of notes from the man he had just beaten. the man apologised nervously as he stepped out of the booth, shamefully greeting his friends at another table. they eyed him pitifully, passing him a drink. dream watched them, it had been so long since he had had proper friends. he gulped down another mouthful of beer and got up, pocketing the money and sauntering out. george had made it pretty clear that he wasn't going to be at the bar tonight, and dream was getting bored of the constant string of pathetic money-wasters, convincing themselves they might be able to beat dream, if only they had one more go. it wasn't like dream even enjoyed playing with them, he was a master, of course, but it just wasn't fun anymore. it wasn't like he could earn money any other way, not with his reputation.

he slammed open the door, stepping out into the car park, rubbing his head violently, eyes scanning the area for his ride.

he grabbed his motorcycle and pushed the key into the keyhole, cursing as he aggressively twisted it. he his head spun, visible affects of alcohol showing in his dazed behaviour. i just want to go home, he thought, kicking the pedal.