forum Gay AF Roleplay (Closed)

Started April 10, 2018 by @AliaGF

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"I run on caffeine and prescription weed, so don't worry."

He chuckled. "Weed is too expensive for me," he said. More music started playing, and he hummed along quietly to it.

"I can only afford it because my parents are rich assholes who got forced to pay for all my meds." He took another drink of his coffee. "This guy plays pretty well."

He nodded in agreement, laying his head down on the table but making sure to respect Michael's personal space.

"Sorry if it seems rude, but how come you're so tired?"

He chuckled, lifting his head to look at him. "Insomnia, my dude."

"Ouch. That sucks. Kinda in the same boat."

"It's bullshit, isn't it?" he said with a laugh. "But at least coffee enables me to somewhat function."

The barista handed Hazel her coffee, and she took a huge gulp, taking in the scene. She'd been coming here at least once a week ever since this place opened. Her girlfriend at the time's uncle opened the place, and it was an amazing idea. Meeting some fellow gays without the pressure of alcohol and sex. Her form of heaven.

"Yeah, insomnia sucks. Especially when you have a breakup or something. Then sleep decides it isn't visiting you for a month."

"I can kind of relate to that. I only dated a couple of people, but I didn't really like either of them." He shrugged and put his hair into a messy bun, annoyed that it had been getting all over the place.

"I can kind of relate to that. I only dated a couple of people, but I didn't really like either of them." He shrugged and put his hair into a messy bun, annoyed that it had been getting all over the place.

"He is!" Esha looked up to see the musician gathering together new music. "Does he have sheet music for enough songs to take suggestions?"

Michael overheard the girl talking. "Yeah, got a suggestion box up on the counter. I already put a song in, and it doesn't look like he's getting many requests tonight."

He turned toward the person. "Well, you can just look up sheet music. Or play by ear."

"Fair point. I can play every MCR song in existence on the drums if I hear it a few times before I play."

Mitchell chuckled, getting up to order another coffee.

"Fair enough." Suddenly everyone in the vicinity was talking to Esha, and she was NOT PREPARED for this level of interaction. She returned to her book in what she hoped was a disinterested movement.

Michael fished a flask out of his hoodie, trying to pour a little alcohol in his coffee discreetly

Mitchell came back with a coffee containing three shots of espresso, catching Michael pouring alcohol in his coffee. "Hey man, this is a gay cafe, not a gay bar," he joked.

"Ugh, it's just chocolate liquor. I'm a heavweight anyways, I don't plan on getting drunk." He finished with the flask and put it away, hoping that the fact that he looked older than 19 would cover the alcohol usage

He made a face. "Chocolate liquor is disgusting, I'm not sure how you stand it." Mitchell took a sip of his coffee, then sighed. "Sorry, I'm being rude."

"Naw, you're fine. You're the nicest person I've met in a while in all honesty," Michael said, downing the rest of his coffee before going to order another. He grabbed it and a scone and sat back down

He snorted, leaning against the wall. "I appreciate the compliment, but I really shouldn't be rude and pessimistic to people that I just met."

"Don't worry, I'm only nice when I'm high. Which is almost always, but you get the point," Michael said, absently munching on his scone