very unfortunate / inallexx

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when alex was bored, caught up with his schedules, and had nothing else better to do, he hit the club up. he wasn't too much of an extrovert anymore as he might have been just a year ago, as he had developed himself some proper social skills that allowed him to initiate conversation in a way that wasn't desperate (as previously). he even flirted sometimes and if he was lucky, he might even get his dick wet. because—at the night club he went to, there were never any men willing to fuck him, so he had to be strictly heterosexual which didn't really matter too much to him. although he would otherwise prefer to be utterly fucked senseless by strangers, he only had luck with girls there.

he had two condoms in the left pocket, his phone in the right. "so you're sure you don't want to come wif' me?" alex spoke up to george once more as he prepared to make the journey to the nightclub alone. george was editing something in his room, so he knew that once george committed himself to that he wouldn't quit it just to have a cheap drink.

"i'm not in the mood alex," he sighed, "have fun tonight. don't bring any skets home, though. do your dirty business elsewhere." george made a fake-disgusted reaction. alex hated how he always assumed what alex was going for, even if george happen to be right or not.

"fuck right off, george. have fun being a loser." alex rolled his eyes and turned away, walking to the exit.

"a'rright. i will! have fun catching the fuckin' clap or something."

alex ignored his remark and went on his way. george was so stupid. it wasn't alex's fault he was lonely and had no significant other. this was his only way to get some action.