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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>Sunday, 4th of July 2021<br/><b>Location:</b>Villa bar.<br/><b>Wearing:</b>Everything seen in the picture<br/><b>Coupled With:</b>Grace<br/><b>Tagging:</b>Olivia (<a class="username" data-user-id="3317" data-username="Mehlia" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/3317/">Mehlia</a>), Victor (<a class="username" data-user-id="5510" data-username="TopNotch" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/5510/">TopNotch</a>), mentioning Grace (<a class="username" data-user-id="2019" data-username="Mellifluous" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/2019/">Mellifluous</a>), Matt (<a class="username" data-user-id="6688" data-username="Swashbuckler" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/6688/">Swashbuckler</a>), Arisa (<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>), Open.<br/><hr class="bbc-hr"/><div style="text-align: justify"><br/>
Before he reached the bar, Marcus took a small detour. For no reason, other than to simply be alone for a minute, he made his way to the men's bathroom and splashed cold water onto his face. It felt as if the weight of the world suddenly pressed against his shoulder and for all of his creativity in solving problems, he had no solution for this one. He looked into the mirror and starred at his own reflection again. Once more events unfurled against his own machinations and the choice was placed into his hands. But how to act? And in which direction? Another cold splash. No. No overthinking. Not tonight. Tonight, he just wanted to vent out... consequences be damned.<br/>
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By the time he reached the bar, it was already populated by some. Grace and Matt were there and it was not a surprise. He calculated that over the course of this week, Grace will spend more time with Matt than with him... which was not a bad thing to begin with. Far from the fact that he would be the one to stand in their way. Especially when his interest was already elsewhere.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"First toast to mismatched pairs then?"</span> He asked, at everyone and also no one in particular. Lager was his first choice, but it would hit him too hard. The scent of tequila was strong to his nose and he smiled as Olivia seemed to already be in quite an intimate conversation with the bottle. He didn't like it, not those strong drinks. What he needed was something that he was familiar with, something that allowed him to drink long and to keep that buzz for a while <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"You'll want to pace yourself. Let it be a long night."</span> he chuckled, pulling a bottle of white wine from under the bar. A good one too <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Riesling!"</span> he exclaimed, though whether his elated voice was genuine or forced, it was impossible to discern now <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"Good year, old... Mein Vater (My father) always claimed that old wines were measured in gold... for they can only be made once and never again."</span> He opened the bottle and pulled three tall glasses, each was filled exactly half of their measure. Then came sparkling water. He picked the bottle, and not too gently, opening it rather quickly. The outburst was enough to wet his hands and he cursed in his native language, before briefly shaking his left hand and ran it through his hair. Wasteful... but he cared little at this point. The rest of these three glasses were filled. <br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"I once saw someone put a lemon wedge into this..."</span> he commented, putting the bottle away <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"But, it would be a crime against a good wine, and I will not sully the honor of spritzer."</span> he pushed the glass directly in front of Olivia<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)"> "Drink this, Fräulein."</span> He added <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"It's the good stuff to keep you from throwing up later... but a good start for a heavier kick."</span> The third glass was placed on the bar, to a space still unoccupied, though one he expected to be filled. It was at that moment that he noticed Victor approach, and he was about to ask him what he wanted to drink when his verbal lashing began. Truth be told, he had no intention of standing in Victor's way... for all his flaws, he, more than anyone here, was at least honest. The respect he had for him remained and he would show it by making the fourth glass.<br/>
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<span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"We all knew it would end badly."</span> He said, knowing that he was heard <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"We just didn't know that it would be this bad"</span> he pushed the glass in front of him, though whether Victor would drink or not was entirely up to him. Nevertheless, Marcus took his glass, raised it up a bit <span class="fixed-color" style="color:rgb(84, 172, 210)">"We drink tonight, mein Freund (my friend), and we mend broken hearts tomorrow... if they can be mended."</span> That seemed to be the end of his short speech and he took a few, very long gulps from his glass. The taste of wine and the burn from the water were a perfect kick, enough to force his mind out of the pit of mistakes that he himself has made... and that he was undoubtedly going to hear about, and rightfully so.​</div>