Uhh, blood, killing, and minor attempts of sexual harassment, also guns
George rushed into the backroom, setting down his things and fixing his hair after his late run in
to work, Karl, a long time worker at the cafe, walked up to him, touching his shoulder, making him twitch
a bit, "are you feeling alright? You've been coming in late for a while now" Karl asked, with his I'm worried eyes
on.
George looked away "yeah, just been loosing track of time recently" he smiled, hoping Karl would just drop
the subject. At that moment, he prayed Karl would leave, since it was still in his pocket, and he hadn't been
able to drop it off yet.
Karl gave him a sad smile, "okay, just talk to me anytime you feel down okay? Bads always here too" he
said, walking out the backroom, picking up his notepad from the table, guess he was on waiter duty today.
George rummaged through his pocket, grabbing a cloth from his bag and wiping off the item, tossing it
into the trash after some good cleaning. Then, he changed into his waiter outfit, just a simple white shirt with
a black apron that was tied tight around his waist, he liked that it gave him a more attractive figure, but
it also stirred up more work for Dream, especially since George was too nervous to actually do anything.
George grabbed his notepad and pen, running out the backroom door and heading out over the counter,
being assigned his first table by Bad. He walked over, writing down the specific drinks they wanted then handing
the note to Ranboo and Bad, who were in the back making the coffees.
The day went by smoothly, tiering George out by the end of the day. He was about ready to start heading
home, but the later it got the more people came through that door, so he just opted to stay overtime today,
might as well not make his friends stress out.
Bad gave him a table to ask, and he walked over, four people sitting in the booth, two of them with dark
black hair and two with brown. He practiced his line over in his head, like he did every time he approached
a table, "hey, are you ready to order?" he asked, putting on his best, 'I'm happy and not tired' face since he
didn't have the energy to give a real one.
The guy closest to him with the brown hair smirked, looking up "that accent, British? Sounds hot" he
said, resting his head on his head, which was propped up on his elbow. George was taken aback by the sudden
words, looking around the table at the guys friends who were just on their phones, like this was a normal
occurrence.
George looked up at the guy, who he noticed was staring at his body, making him uncomfortably cover
some of it "sir can I just know what you want.." he said, looking down at the floor.
The guy looked up at his face, only becoming more pushy, "your phone number" he said, he must've thought
he was so smug.
George looked up at him, enraged that he would hit on some random person, "how old even are you! Should
you be talking to me like this?" George asked, he was only twenty one, now that sounded old, but he didn't
feel this guy was near twenty, more like thirty.
The guy looked annoyed, but still persisted "who cares, when's your next shift break, I'd like to give you
a private tip" he winked at George, making him feel even more exposed and uncomfortable.
He decided just to write down 'water' for all of them because he really didn't have time for this guy
anymore. George walked off, feeling the sharp stare of the guys eyes on his body as he walked, making
him kind of speed walk his way to Bad, throwing him the paper and rushing himself to the backroom,
why did that guys eyes feel like so much more? So much worse than just looking?
A small knock on the door was heard, George perking up at the sound, "yes?" He asked, trying to
calm himself of the recent conversation he just had.
"Um.. Bad wanted to know if you were okay.." Ranboos small voice said hesitantly, he was quite a
shy employee, always freaking out when he was put on waiter duty.
George unlocked the door, stepping out, seeing the tall man beside him, asking if he was okay, "yeah.. I'm
fine.. just a little tired I guess" George said, looking down at the floor, praying that Dream would just be
there, to save him.
Karl ran up to George, handing him a plate full of drinks, "this is for table six" he said running off.
George looked down at all the drinks, all waters, "oh geez.." he thought, with a upset tone, maybe the guy
would stop now? Hopefully, he was probably around thirty.
He walked up to the table, the four men there laughing and talking loudly, "geez, you're in public you
know! God.." he set down the drinks for them, trying to ignore the man beside him, but it was very difficult
to ignore him when he lifted his hand up to George's waist, sliding it along the side of his body.
George backed up quickly, into another table as he stared down at the guy, who was smirking "what the hell
is wrong with you! Keep the hell away from me" He said, picking up his plate and backing up a bit.
The guy rested his arm against the back of his booth, looking unashamed of himself the whole time, "come on,
I'm just having some fun, wanna have fun with me? Huh?" The man slid over a small note, revealing a hand
written number on it.
George walked over, and slowly picked up the note, walking off as he heard the guys friends in disbelief that
George actually took the note. George looked over the number in the backroom, putting it into his text messages
and sending it, hearing footsteps coming closer to the backroom. He shoved his phone away, zipping up his
backpack as he saw Karl walk in.
"Hey George, Bad said it was closing time, so you can go now, make sure you get some good sleep okay?" Karl
asked, patting George's shoulder as he left, George changing out his work clothes and into a maroon colored
sweater that went just above his waist, if he stretched his arms up, his stomach would be exposed.
Along with a pair of blue skinny jeans, since he wanted to really sell it if he was going through with this.
He grabbed his things and got out the cafe, walking along the street as he felt the vibration of his phone
in his pocket, taking it out as people passed by him in the cold, windy night.
He swiped answer on the call, hearing the small sound of wind from the other side of the call,
"Are you sure it's safe to use you? I could use another method George" Dreams voice came through the
phone, the deep, serious yet playful tone George loved to hear filled his ears as he spoke, making him smile.
"You don't miss right?" he asked, Dream going silent "then I'll be okay, even if I'm not, you'll save me" he
said with a confident smile, ending the call, cutting off Dreams shouting remarks of his words. He hated to
leave Dream out the loop, but it was for the better, he was in public, not exactly the best place to talk
about this topic.
George made his way through the city, going to his new contact just made, it felt wrong.
George
Meet me at the alleyway by the hooters at eight okay? I'll leave if you are late
Random guy
You got it sugar ;)
He turned off his phone, making his way to the agreed on place. He heard the common city ruckus, people
being late, drunk people, people making out in alleyways, cars, mice stuttering around, honking, yelling, music,
and a high tone ring in his ear.
He was never one to like the city, but it was really the only place he could go, so he wasn't complaining. He made
his way to the hooters across the street, he never really liked the place, it was just a restaurant for lonely perverts
to him. He walked to the side of the building, noticing a cool wind of smoke puff out in his face, along with the
small scent of cigarettes, another thing he hated to smell, it was just so strong.
"Don't like the smell huh?" George turned around, keeping his facial expression neutral as he looked up at
the familiar brunette from the cafe, "wow, he really is a nuance, he came all the way out here for some guy
he hadn't even met yet?" George questioned, about to voice his words when the guy started getting closer
to him, making him soon hit a wall, trying his best to hope that Dream was around the corner.
"I have to go out with some friends after this so let's make this quick" he said, pinning George to the
wall. George closed his eyes, biting the inside of his lip hard as he waited, patiently.
The man's grip on his arms was loosened, George opening his eyes to see the man falling to the ground,
a bloody wound in his head. George looked to the side, seeing Dream with a sniper.
"I told you it was a bad idea to use you as a bait" Dream said, walking towards George. George looked
to the ground, this was a serious moment, why was he just now realizing how hot Dream looked in
his black mask, tightened shirt and jeans, with a pistol around his waist.
"I just wanted to help.." George looked down, his gaze being lifted by Dreams hand.
"You don't need to apologize, I'm just glad I got here in time.." Dream looked over at the body on the
floor, lifting him up from his brunette hair and pulling out his phone, taking a selfie with it and dropping
the head back on the ground, sending it to Sapnap along with a tag, 'completed the job'.
George walked up to him when he was distracted, cupping the side of his face and pulling part his mask
down, kissing his cheek, as much as he hated to admit it, that boy saves him a lot more than you'd think.
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