Mcyt Oneshots

Drunk Dream

THE DRUNK SAGA CONTINUES :DDD

George was having second thoughts about being the "designated driver."

Sapnap and a6d had fallen asleep watching a movie.
Skeppy and Bad were tenderly making out on the couch and running their fingers through each other's hair. George was avoiding eye contact with them.

Dream was also very not sober, or in George's native language: pissed.

He "snuck up" on George and put his hands over his eyes. "Guessss ooooo," he slurred in his ear.

"Hmm I don't know." George laughed, then he snatched his hands off and spun around. "Dream!"

"It's meeeeee," Dream said happily and hugged him.

OK, so maybe George was on the drunk spectrum but he wasn't as far along as the others, he could still drive fine.
On one hand it was very entertaining to watch his friends act stupid, but then it got kinda lonely becuase he was kinda missing out on the fun.

He finally decided it was time to end the party. He didn't even bother with Skephalo since it was their apartment; they could stay and have alone time or do whatever they wanted. Most likely they would kiss, then cuddle, then talk, then argue, then kiss again and fall asleep.
Friendship goals.

George woke up Sapnap enough to push him into the car where he immediately fell asleep again. A6d was out like a light so George had to get Dream to stop hanging off his arms and help him move drunk6d into the car.

"Hey asleepd," George grunted. "Move your fucking legs."

He just mumbled something in French and didn't do anything. George shoved him in the backseat on top of Sapnap, who groggily woke up and put his head on a6d's shoulder. "Ayyyyy sleep deeeeee. Haha d." Sapnap laughed to himself and George chuckled at them.

"Ok. Come on Dream, let's go." George looked around, but Dream had disappeared. "Dream?"

He walked in a circle around the car. Did he go back inside?
"Dreeeeeeeam?"

"Oh Geooooooooorge," Dream called out. "I'm gonna Manhunt yooooooou."
George heard muffled laughter.

He squat down. "The hell are you doing under the car?"

Dream grinned at him like an idiot. "I'm hiding, shhhhhh." He giggled.

"Who are you hiding from?" George asked incredulously.

"You. Go away," Dream giggled again.

Oh my god, all my friends literally devolve into two-year-olds when they drink.
"What if you hide INSIDE the car?" George asked.

"Then you could find me," Dream pointed out.

I am literally staring at you. "I promise not to find you." George attempted Dream's logic.

"Mmm no."

"Agh- come on!" George reached for Dream but he crawled away. "Dream, come on, I just wanna go home."
George crawled pathetically under the car to pull Dream out.