Dream sighed. "He’s been a right prick all week, culminating in the both of us getting absolutely shit faced over the past two days." Dream tilted his head and gestured to the podium in the centre of the room. "If it weren’t my turn to do the honours, I would be joining him." He ran a hand through his messy hair. "Instead, I’ve spent half the day sobering up so that I can have my one drink and fuck some guy senseless."