"Morning, Dream." George looked up from where he was sitting to see Dream lounging in the doorway of the kitchen.

"Morning, sexy, you mean." Dream yawned unabashedly.

A slight blotch of pink appeared on George's cheeks. "Yeah, right." He brushed it off casually.

"What're you doing, George?" Dream asked, sauntering closer. George frowned slightly.

"Have you brushed your teeth, Dream?"

"Are you suggesting that my breath is bad without first tasting it?" Dream countered.

"Yes I am- taste?"

"I resolutely stand firm to the belief that one can only deduce whether or not my breath is bad by kissing me." Dream told George. George squinted at him.

"So your mother can't say that your breath is bad because she hasn't kissed you." George concluded, smirking.

Dream backtracked a little. "Fine. Only you can deduce whether or not my breath is bad by kissing me."

"So you just want a free kiss."

"Basically."

George rolled his eyes before giving Dream a quick peck.

"See? Minty." Dream smiled smugly. George wrinkled his nose.

"Not quite, but I'll let it slide."

"Come on George, since you're going to be kissing me so much, you're going to have to set standards." Dream nudged George.

"Who says I'm going to be kissing you so much?"

"Bet you can't not kiss me for 24 hours." Dream smirked.

"Challenge accepted." George immediately flipped to his phone's clock app and set a timer for 24 hours.

"Wait what?" Dream asked, bewildered. "I didn't actually-"

"So, now we discuss rewards. What do I get if I succeed?"

"I didn't actually mean that as a cha-"

"Hush, Dream. Rewards?"

"Um, you get to tweet something on my account?" Dream suggested.

George cracked into a smile. "Sounds good." He stood up and brushed himself off. "I'm going to go out for a while. See you later."

"But, George-"

George smiled smugly before shutting the front door in Dream's face.

For the next half hour, Dream sat on the couch, trying to devise ways to get George to kiss him, as there were quite high stakes involved. Finally, he ended up calling George to try to persuade him to let the challenge off.

"Dream?" George asked. "Do you need something?"

"Can we please not do the challenge? I was kidding when I said that, I didn't mean-"

The call ended, and Dream ended up staring at George's profile picture. Then, he put his phone away and stood up determinedly.

"There's only one way." He said aloud. "I'm going to get him drunk."

-

Dream discreetly hid the bottles away in the back of the fridge when he got home. George was slouching on the couch, not paying attention to the bottles Dream held behind his back.

"What do you want for dinner?" Dream asked.

"If you think being extra nice so I'll let you win will work, think again." George called back. "But I'll have anything you'll have."

"Sure."

Dream smirked to himself and got to work on some mashed potatoes. His plan was to lace the mashed potatoes with some strong liquor, but subtly enough so it wasn't that noticeable. The bad thing was that he was likely to get drunk as well, but that didn't really matter.

After about forty minutes of carefully preparing mashed potatoes, Dream presented the dish to the table with a satisfied smirk before calling George over. Dream made sure to hide the smirk away before George saw it in order to not tip George off about his plan.

"Mashed potatoes? Yum." George smiled. "Good thing I'm kind of hungry."

Dream merely smiled to himself and took a little into his plate. He had also heated some leftover chicken to round out the meal, which he had also taken the liberty to add some alcohol in. George dug in and licked the spoon clean. He smacked his lips, taking his time to taste the food.

"It tastes a little... strange. It's like... a little hot, but not." He commented.

"Maybe just let it sit for a moment. I just finished cooking it." Dream offered, but he knew it wasn't the heat. It was the burning of the alcohol.

"I guess." George dug into the chicken instead. "You Americans eat such heavy food, but it tastes alright."

Dream laughed. "Welcome to America."

George rolled his eyes. "I've been here for a while."

"I know." There was a slight gleam in Dream's eyes, but George didn't notice, and continued eating.

After about ten minutes, George had noticeably become tispy. He was giggling more, and his movements were sluggish and slow.

"There's some mashed potatoes on your face." George pointed out to Dream. "Here, I'll get it."

George wiped his finger against Dream's jaw and sucked on it. Dream's eyes darkened, but he didn't say anything.

George ate his full shortly after, and Dream put away the rest of the food. He was starting to get dangerously tispy, and he still hadn't executed his plan yet.

They both retired to their couch, when George purposefully sat directly on top of Dream. Dream choked on his breath.

Maybe a little too much alcohol?

"Hey, sexy." George slurred, grinning.

"Hey, yourself." Dream felt excited. Was his plan going to work, after all?

"You look hot."

Dream smirked to himself. George was going to say so many embarrassing things tonight and Dream was going to remember them all.

"But..." George continued, getting off of Dream's lap. Dream frowned.

"You're not winning that challenge."

A/N: lol