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[Mar. 22nd, 2008|04:28 pm] |
Who: Galen and OPEN
Where: Bar
When: Late Friday Night
Galen didn’t know why he was there, without Val. He’d sort of snuck out too, forgoing all the distractions his lover had given him, and all the reasons to stay in his bed curled up next to a warmth that was unmistakable…and irreplaceable. He did like Val…maybe really love him. He thought he loved Val, but sometimes he wasn’t sure. How were you supposed to know things like that?
But he was here, at the club with the flier and paying off half like the clerk guy had said. He was looking for someone he didn’t have a name off…could barely remember what he looked like. But he and Pasi could remember what he felt like.
Not in the handing hands, or hugs sort of feel. It was more of…presence. A taste of nostalgia and longing because there was something old and ancient and unexplainable. Rational thought couldn’t hold a candle to it because it was all as irrational as having a Goddess living in your head.
Even if it were a true.
Dressed in low-rise black, girl style jeans and a AFI tight tee-shirt. He had a belt, and navy blue and white shoes that were vaguely reminiscent of keds. And the whole look was topped off with a hoodie he’d bought at hot topic the other day, makeup that made him look more like a girl than a boy, and clean…brushed black hair.
The music was loud, and he wrinkled his nose a little, hands stuffed in pockets as he squeezed around hoards of Goths and Rocker all intermingled in a frightening mixture of genre clashing. And he, the lone Emo boy trying to go unnoticed while pitching himself up on toes to stare about the crowd wide-eyed in search of a nameless face.
This was probably one of the most ridiculous things he’d ever done. And this was so not his scene. |
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