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</div><b>Name:</b>Marcus Heidrich<br/><b>Age:</b>28<br/><b>Sexuality:</b>Heterosexual<br/><b>Hometown:</b>München (Munich), Germany<br/><b>Date/Time:</b>Saturday, 3rd of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa bedroom<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Boxers, seen in the picture<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Arisa Victoria Taylor<br/><b>Tagging:</b><a class="username" data-user-id="7735" data-username="Mika-chan" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/7735/">Mika-chan</a>, Everyone at the backyard<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><br/><div style="text-align: justify">Marcus walked around the counter and gazed upon the myriad of drinks that were provided. Soft or strong, shots and kegs, one needs only to desire it and it will likely be somewhere within their grasp. The day was already hot and there was no indication that it would change anytime sooner. Water would be preferable, but it would be a poor toast if he drank water when everyone else might choose something far more elegant for such a momentous occasion. He picked up a tall glass and opened up a bottle of lager, pouring it to the very top, having only a single finger-width layer of foam. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Nein (No), I do not drink often,"</span> he said as he was finishing pouring into the glass <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"My work often demands that all of my cognitive functions remain unimpaired. Mistakes won't exactly ruin me... but missing a mistake in writing would force me to check and re-check again. Time is wasted and I do not like to waste anything."</span><br/>
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The bottle was placed aside and he leaned onto the counter with his elbows. Though he maintained a pleasant and small grin, his expression was now showing his usual lines of seriousness <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"My uncle was..."</span> he paused for a moment and looked down at his glass <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"He had drinking problems... problems that affected the entire family. It did not end well and I was watching as his entire life, his goals, his accomplishments slowly wither and crumble as his vice controlled his life. I made it my life's goal to train myself, to condition my behavior so that I can notice the moment when I am close to crossing the point of no return and pull myself back. I do not like shot drinks or ones that require just a small amount for me to get inebriated. As for this..."</span> he circled his finger slowly along the rim of the glass, his digit now carried the soft, white foam <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I allow myself to occasionally take a drink or two, just so I can prove to myself that I still have control, that my resolve is still strong."<br/>
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Marcus rose his glass and looked at smooth, golden color. Then, he looked up at Arisa <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Let's drink to a good friendship first, to good people and to whatever may come!"</span> His grin grew wide as he connected his glass with hers and took a few long sips. Vice or not, it still quenched his thirst marvelously. <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Gut (good). People are already relaxing."</span> Marcus nodded as he watched people, though it was hard not to notice Teddy's meteoric entrance.​</div>