Master Mind – Gilbert's Part
Gilbert insisted on it. As he insisted on many things. And most of the time he was proven wrong. Francis swore he had to give up a research study if the Beilschmidt family had bigger skulls than normal human beings. Their stubbornness was so very excruciating, it had to be genetical.
They could intoxicate the albino and let him hook up with a dude - Gilbert would still say his dick swayed for women. And only for them. Francis could also live with Gilbert admitting being bi-sexual, if he just admitted, he had something for men, no matter how small it was. But as it seemed, Gilbert had to be converted by himself and only himself. What was about to happen hopefully in the not-so-distant future, because Gilbert was glancing over to the brunet man sitting on the bar already for the fifth time.
"Oh? Do you find him attractive?"
"What?" Gilbert was already slightly intoxicated. Well... - screw the "slightly", "Oh... no! He ticks me off."
Francis just raised an eyebrow on that.
"He wears a cravat. That jabot shit."
"It's not shit, Gilbert, it's French."
"Jup," the albino smirked, "exactly what I said."
Francis rolled his eyes. Gilbert despised French people and Francis was an "exception". But Gilbert had something to nag on everybody and everyone. He also didn't like homosexuals. Even though he was himself, now, and practically every weekend in a gay bar. But he was, of course, not gay. As if.
Gilbert stood up. Antonio pulled his sleeve: "Dear god, Gilbert, just for once, mon amigo, go the easy and normal way and buy the charming man a drink."
"As if I'd spend money on that prissy preppy prim and proper puppet with a vibrator stick up the ass." Gilbert shook off Antonio's grip.
"Alliterations for insults." Antonio frowned.
"He reads too much. We should also buy him a 'vibrator stick'."
"Francis!" Antonio scolded him playfully and then started to giggle immediately after that.
"You.", Gilbert began. He had actually no plan, but that was maybe a good beginning for ... god knows what. Someone needed to teach that priss manners. Well, actually he was just sitting there politely drinking his wine. But that dress code! So flamboyant! The trousers were fitting really well. Showing off that nice ass so... unashamed. Well, yeah, he had a nice ass, Gilbert had to give him that. But that meant nothing. Absolutely nothing. Neither for that priss nor for Gilbert himself. But actually, actually that dress code was completely alright since they were in a gay bar and those, those were just normal trousers, but there had to be something to scold because that man was ticking Gilbert off immensely. And now that man raised a nicely curved brown eyebrow at him. So arrogant with his nice high and round cheekbones, the white baby-soft skin, the tenderly framed glasses and the softly waved chocolate brown hair. He looked like the man who turned down at least 10 men in 2 hours and that was why Gilbert wanted to be the one who turned him down.
I guess the chapters are rather short, but this post is nevertheless historically important: I wrote three chapters. Mark it in your calendar! :D Thank you so much for your glorious support. It has helped me so much. 3