Gabriel von Flügel (glitterunddoom) wrote,
Gabriel von Flügel
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The Night (for heil_hans)

Going out was always good, but going out when one was miserable was often even better. At least according to Gabriel’s reckoning. Going to the clubs was a means of escape, a way to become someone else for a little while and what could be better, he thought, then having something truly awful to escape from? You would enjoy it all the more than.

At least this is what he tried to tell himself as he walked the short distance from his flat to the El Dorado, as he tried to become that other person he wanted to be. He’s not the consumptive hack with the opium dealing boyfriend who hits him more than he kisses him. And he’s definitely not a law student from fucking Frankfurt.

He could become this other person for awhile and he will feel better. And he could make Bernd pay for blackening his eye (thank God it’s not so bad that the makeup can’t hide it). He could make him jealous.

Or he could just get drunk. That always works.

He entered the bar and immediately began looking for someone to impress his temporary personality upon.
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