Dream was sitting in a club, not wanting to be here, then again not like it was his idea. His bodyguards were being a little too damn persistent for him to ignore their pleas and begs.

Sigh.

Dream glanced around the place from behind his mask, taking in the place. The different colored lights lighting up just about every edge at least once and the music just added to the boss’s misery.

His could this night get any worse..?

Or.. better?