random Angst #1

random oneshot #1

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Alan and Martin are alone somewhere
Maybe a dressing room before some tv performance of Shake The Disease  Dave and Flef are In a seperate room ?
1985-1986-ish

Alan was leaned up against the wall, smoking a cigarette while he waited for Martin to finish up His makeup. He was wearing a pair of sunglasses, despite the fact that they were in a brightly-lit room.
"Do you mind hurrying up?"
The brunette sternly asked.

Martin didn't answer as he was busy putting on some eyeliner while humming the ryrhm to some old Depeche record.

Alan looked at Martins outfit and was clearly disgusted with what he was seeing.
He Tilted down his sunglasses in order to get a clearer view and let out a quiet sigh.
"Why does he always feel the need to look absolutely ridiculous?"

Martin was bent over a small table with a big mirror infront of it. The table had several tubes of lipstick, eyeliner and other types of makeup scattered across it.

He was wearing his Long, black dress, black nail varnish, a Little bit of eyeliner, lipstick and a little bit of contour. Alan was particularly dusgusted with his little braid. Or as Mart liked to call it, his "rat tail."
"You cant go out looking like THAT! People are gonna think we're a bunch of fags!"
Alan hissed while putting out his cig and leaving it in the nearby ashtray.
Martin Turned to look at him and rolled His eyeliner-covered eyes. "Oh shut it! You're just jelous that I can wear eyeliner without looking like a sleep-deprived raccoon."
He laughed, ignoring the fact that Alan pretty much called him a slur.

"I've told you this several times before, you should stop with this whole crossdressing act. You might as well prance around town with the word "faggot" written on your face."

Martin suddenly stopped and glanced up towards Alan. He looked angry but mostly annoyed.
"Do not call me that.

Alan took a step closer.
"Judging from what i have heard from yours and Fletch's hotel room, i'm actually allowed to call you that."

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