MARTINS GETS LAID (NOT REALLY)

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DEPECHE MODE FANFICTION IS FUN NGL
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He slumped down on a stool next to who he thought was Fletch. He couldn't really see them as his vision was all fuzzy. The dark interior and the lack of any bright lights made it even harder for him to distinguish who they were. They did look pretty tall, much taller than Martin.

"Aaghhh...Fletchie...Can we go home please..." A very drunk Martin muttered while he leaned his head on what he thought was Andys' shoulder. "I think i drank too much again..." He groaned while he held a firm grasp on his empty beer bottle. He was about to tell his friend the more explicit details, but figured out that it would catch peoples attention. "Fletch we have to go, i think i might have coughed up blood in the bathroom again." Doesnt sound that great.

He felt how the stranger gently pushed him away and held him by the shoulder. They gently shook him as it looked like he was about to either pass out, fall asleep, or something much worse.

"Are you looking for someone?"
The voice of an unfamiliar woman said in a thick German accent. She sounded surpisingly sober, but Martin was sure that wasn't the case. He could easily tell when a human was intoxicated or not.
He knew that from...experience.

The loud music made it hard for him to hear her, but he was sure as hell that it wasnt Andy. This wasnt the first time Martin had mistaken a Stranger for a bandmate.
He looked up and his vibrant green eyes were met by her dark-brown eyes.
She looked a bit confused, but not angry, which made him feel a bit less scared.
The last time he had accidentaly bumped into someone at a bar, he ended up outisde on the ground, in the rain, feeling like he had just gotten severely beaten up.

Mart stiffened up and leaned away, awkwardly laughing while he blushed intensly.
"Oh my, im sorry, i Thought you were someone else. I was looking for my uh friend, cant find that twat Anywhere."
He awkwardly apologized while he adjusted his leather cap. It had slumped down and covered his eyes, it also covering his blush-covered face.

"Itz fine, dont worry about it. Happens all ze time. Especially in a place like this."
She laughed, being a bit drunk herself. Martin took a moment to inspect her attire. Her use of fishnets, a leather skirt and a very revealing top made him feel a bit...bewildered. But mostly underdressed. Martin for the first time in ages wasnt dressed from top to bottom in leather. He was dressed in his usual attire.
A leather jacket, torn jeans, a t-shirt with a kinky print and his stupid-looking leather cap. He wanted to look a bit pretty so he had applied the tiniest bit of eyeliner. He had also found an old tube of red lipstick that must have been owned by his previous girlfriend. It had sadly gotten smudged since then, but he still felt like a pretty boy..

On the other hand, this chick was dressed in full nightclub attitre. She had bold winged eyeliner and dark red lipstick. It was nearly the same colour as blood. Or an open wound.

Something about the way she looked just clicked with him and he immediately began to feel that warm, lustful feeling that he constantly longed for. Martin didnt realize it at first but he had zoned out and was now staring right at her tits.

Her top had a pretty deep clevage and he was drunk. So drunk in fact that he couldn't differentiate people anymore.

Martin snapped out of it and immidietly felt embarrased. She didn't seem to notice as she was busy arguing with the bartender over her drink.
"I should...i should probably leave. Sorry for bothering you."
The twink muttered.

"Its completely fine! You could stay here if you want to. I have no one to talk with anyway."
She said with a very subtle smile before telling the bartender Something in German, which was way too complicated for Martin to comprehend. It was most likely a slur or a cussword of some kind.

"Oh and by the way, you can call me Christina."
She said while she held out her hand, anticipating a handshake from her newfound aquiantance.

He looked blankly at her hand for a moment before he hesitantly grabbed her cold hand and shook it. It looked like he had never shaken someones hand before. He was a bit stale with a weirdly firm grip. He had black nailvarnish on his nails, but didnt bother to hide them this time. He figured out that she was okay with it.

"Itsh Martin. Martin Gore."
He said with a sudden lisp. It was more pronounced than usual this time.
"I Guess shes single...and i do need a new girlfriend...i would like to forget what happened with Anne and just...start over." He thought to himself.

"Martin Gore..."
She pondered for a moment.
That name sounds familiar! You're in a band Aren't you?"

Martins face practically lit up. He wasn't used to being recognized in a positive way, so this felt quite exciting.
"Yes Actually! We seemed to have gained quite a following here. Didnt know there were people outisde England that enjoyed Depeche Mode.
He smiled, surprised that this stranger in some bar in rural Berlin knew about him and his band. They had gained quite the popularity with their latest song "People are people." Written by Martin of course.

"Yeah im a Musician. Big whoop. But enough about me. Do you have anything going on?" He slurred, nearly falling off the chair.

"Me? No, not really. I just have a boring ol' 9-5. But...but i am trying out photography at the moment. "

"Photograpy? You remind me a little bit of my cunt of a bandmade Alan...Alan wild-er Something. I swear, i have never seen him outisde without that goddamn camera."

"It's just a hobby for me at the moment. I do have quite an interesting story about it.
I remember running outisde at 2am with a camera cuz i heard something outisde my flat.
But i never caught anything. It was probably just someone taking the piss. Or as i like to say. Taking the sheiße." She said, not really making any sense of herself.

Martin nearly dropped his cap again. "Thats...thats just great.." he said, on the verge of just collapsing from the sheer amount of Alcohol in his system. Good thing he took his dodgy mints from earlier, or else he would have been in at the bottom of some random lake by now.

"It was pleasant having this Conversation with you, Christie. But i think i should get going. Martin said in a slight rush.

"Hold on for a moment."
She said before handing him a note with her phone number on it.
"I hope we meet again."

(THERE WILL BE MORE, IM JUST POSTING "PART 1" BECUZ IM BORED AND I CRAVE INTERNET POINTS"