You and Dream were at some frat party, he had dragged you along with him because he was bored and George refused to go with him because he said “doing our college homework is more important than a frat house” which you agreed with but Dream rolled his eyes and brought you along anyway.

It was—what you would except from a frat party. It smelled like drugs, said drugs being passed around along with so many different types of alcohol you could barely keep track with how much their ways and people having sex in dark corners or on couches and chairs.

A frat party.

You and Dream were outside in the backyard near the pool, which was rowdy and crowded but more tame than inside.

He was drinking something while you watched the stars, sighing, considering the fact that you were possibly contact high because your limbs felt heavy, eventually you looked over to what he was drinking and raised a brow.

“Want a taste?” He asked, smiling.

“Sure.” You nodded, reaching for it but he took a large drink, angling the bottle away from it.

“I thought you said—”

Before you could finish Dream wrapped his hand around your throat, not restricting your air just keeping you in place while he kissed you, opening your mouth to let the alcohol spill from his mouth into your own.