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georgie worgie
hiii (y/n)
georgie worgie
r yu there ??
georgie worgie
helpooo 🥺🥺

i furrow my eyebrows and rub my eyes. i type in my phone password and click on his messages.

(y/n) the simp
george? you ok?

georgie worgie
heyu lol

(y/n) the simp
where are you?

georgie worgie
ur mum

calling georgie worgie...

the phone rings once before george picks up. "hello?" i say, breaking the silence. "heyooo" i can instantly tell something is off; his speech is slurred and he's laughing an awful lot. "george? where are you?" i ask. he lets out the most exaggerated laugh i've ever heard and says "your mother." and laughs some more. he's drunk? "george since when do you drink?" his laughter dies down and the line goes silent. "i don't drink. i'm george." then he laughs again. my eyes roll in annoyance as i walk out my front door and am faced with the chilly night air.

although george is giving me nothing to work with, i stay on the phone with him as i start up my car. since i have no idea where i'm going, i grab my phone and send dream a quick text

ew (y/n)
hey do u know where george is at?

green bitch
um well yk i am in florida, across the world

ew (y/n)
your point?

green bitch
ok attitude 🙄✋. he mentioned he was heading out
green bitch
to some place called the mesmer something

ew (y/n)
the mesmerist. it's a pub here in brighton

green bitch
thanks for the geography lesson i didn't ask for

ew (y/n)
shut up alligator man

green bitch
my alligator manliness pulls the bitches so thank you

ew (y/n)
says the one that lives alone and plays minecraft all day
ew (y/n)
i don't have time for this POINTLESS ARGUMENT

green bitch
so you forfeit?

ew (y/n)
GOODBYE DREAM

i shut off my phone and glance at the time that glows on my radio. 2:37. the pub closes at 3 and kicks everyone out so i need to get there before george is out on the streets drunk.

soon enough i arrive with time to spare. george is still on the line but the sound is muffled. i'm assuming he forgot about me and shoved his phone in his pocket. i get off my car and walk into the pub, the smell of alcohol quickly attacking my nose. i scrunch my face because of the strong scent and push through the crowd of loopy people until i see a familiar brunette taking a long sip of a mysterious drink.

"GEORGE!" i call out to him. he freezes and turns, causing our eyes to meet. his lips curl into a smile and runs my way, tossing his arms around me. i step back to catch my balance and notice he reeks of cheap alcohol. i push him off me and snatch the drink from his cold hands.