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Marvin needed to go home. He didn't want to, but he knew he had to. He'd been sitting in this stupid crowded bar for four hours waiting for something, but nothing ever came, He didn't know why he didn't just walk out, there was something hanging in the air. He felt like he had to be here. Then he saw him.
There was a tall man leaning up against the wall across the room from him, he was beautiful.
Probably the most perfect man he'd ever seen, he watched him stand staring around the room smoking a cigarette. Marvin looked at his eyes, they seemed to glow, brighter than the sun but somehow even softer than the dim lights in the room.
Marvin couldn't stop himself, he walked through the crowd and leaned against the wall next to him. "Hey," Marvin mumbled.
"What? Oh. Hi." The man looked at him, woah.
"Are you uh- are you here with anyone...?" Marvin asked, fiddling with the zipper on his sweatshirt, God he was underdressed.
"No. I'm not. Why?"
"No reason, I just- wanted to know. You look nice."
The man stared at him, as if scanning him up and down. "Thank you. And you look... comfortable."
Marvin laughed awkwardly, "Uh... yeah. I... I'm not usually in this kind of situation so... I didn't know what to wear," he cleared his throat, "I'm Marvin by the way."
"Whizzer." The man said, Marvin stifled a laugh, "What's so funny?"
Marvin froze, "Oh! Uh- that's not really your name, is it?"
"It is." The man, Whizzer, took a drag from his cigarette--God, it smelled bad, but God he was so hot.
"Oh! Well, I uh- It's unique. I like it." Marvin smiled, he probably looked like such an idiot.
"You're an interesting guy, Martin." Whizzer put a hand on Marvin's shoulder.
Marvin's eyes went wide and his entire world changed with a single touch. He almost forgot to correct him, but then, of course, he did. "It's Marvin... actually..."
"Well, Marvin, meet me in the bathroom in 5 minutes." Whizzer gave him a kiss on the cheek and then walked off. What the hell?
Marvin, like an idiot, went to the bathroom and waiting for those five minutes, panicking the entire time. When Whizzer came inside he scanned Marvin up and down again. "Hey."
"Hey! Uh- why are we in here?" Marvin bit his lip to keep himself from smiling.
"Why do you go in a bathroom at a bar?" Whizzer didn't seem to care if he smiled, and that stupid smile lit up the bathroom.
"To piss, to vomit I-" then it dawned on him, " Oh! Uh. No. No, I can't do that, I'm married."
"You're married? Then what are you doing here?" Whizzer asked, he wasn't smiling anymore and he'd taken a few steps back. Dammit.
"Well, uh- I don't know really." There was a long pause. "Do you want my telephone number?"