The Cover Up | 2p!Talia

Distractions

It seemed like a normal night. Obnoxious screaming filled the room. All anyone could hear was the sound of Oliver drunkenly screaming, tumbling over on the floor like a small child.

Mostly everyone was drinking. Kuro and Francois had started drinking the strong stuff, and you could tell they had low alcohol tolerances, Luciano, Allen, Matt and Xiao were dancing wildly on the dance floor.

Of course, Viktor was shoved in the dark corner, now illuminated by his bright phone screen. No one wanted to be around him, and he didn't want to be around others.

But something didn't seem quite right...

"Hey, have you seen Gilen?" Flavio asked, looking around for him. He noticed him pretty easily, especially with his long cape and arm that glistened in the bright lights. Not everyone thought that way. It became a running gag to ignore him entirely. It had long became unfunny, but everyone insists that it's such a joke to carry on saying "Hah, lol. Who?"

Viktor gazed up with his dull eyes. "Who the fuck is he?" he grumbled, looking down again. "Leave me alone."

Flavio couldn't have a good night with no worries without him. For all he knew, he could be dead right then.

It was a one sided romance, really. Gilen wasn't interested in anyone, ever since he found his girlfriend's dead body laying on the floor. It was worth a try, but Flavio could never get Gilen to truly be in love with him.

Maybe it was his grumpy nature that made Flavio fall head over heels for him? Or maybe his rugged, dominant appearance to him?

He sure as hell wasn't going to get an answer about where he was from Viktor, that's for sure.

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"Hey Matt, sweetie!" He tapped the man on the shoulder, startling him a bit. "Have you seen Gil?"
"Gil? Who's that?"
"Gilen Beilschmidt. Don't joke with me at a time like this!"

Matt turned his back to him and walked away. "I don't know what kind of shit you're pulling with me, Flavio. But you really need to stop, 'kay?"

This cruel joke can't go on much longer, right?

Flavio ran back and forth to the consious people, practically yelling at them to get my point across, since the music was almost deafening.

"Luci! You need to help me! Where is Gil?"

Hmmm, that's odd. He isn't reacting to me calling him Luci. He usually gets so angry when I call him that. He must be so drunk right now.

Luciano put his arm around him and ruffled his hair playfully.

"Awww, stop worrying yourself, bro! Chill! Go drink something!" Luciano yelled, taking yet another sip from his drink and another after that. He acted so cheerful when drunk, it gave Flavio chills down his spine to see this. Luci certainly wasn't one for cheerfulness when sober.

"Luci, I can't drink when I'm nervous." Flavio said, pulling himself away from his brother. He knew very well that he couldn't get help from a bunch of drunk as fuck morons who don't know when a joke goes too far.

But I should enjoy the night, right! Stressing out isn't good for my skin, I guess. And I could really go for some wine right now.

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"Matt, please hold me. I feel like Satan right now" Luciano muttered, leaning his head to the side of the car seat wearily.
"Oh be quiet, you. You had to drink 4 bottles of that stuff, you learnt your lesson."
"You would have drank it if you could"
"Yeah but... I'm the designated driver. I gotta drive you bitches home."
"Shut the fuck up, you salty moose."
"You know, you'd be a lot hotter if you shut the fuck up."
"So I'm hot?"
"Yeah. I really wanna slam you against the wall right now"
"Let's do it then. You, me, my bedroom."

Flavio sighed. He could barely keep his head up or keep his eyes open. His brain couldn't process a thing. All he could hear was the loud conversation and the rumbling of the car engines. Every speed bump felt like death.

He couldn't wait until it was the morning. Then everything will be better. He would no longer have the taste of vomit and wine in his mouth, he could actually concentrate on finding Gilen... Hopefully those 5 messages he sent would be of help.