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"He left me for some twink in body glitter!" Gaston's drunken voice sounded behind Michael, and he shook his head, checking off the contents of the bar refrigerator on his inventory sheet. Last call had been an hour ago, but Gaston was way too drunk to allow him to even walk home. So Michael had called for a cab, and now they were just waiting until it arrived.

Gaston ("If he's French then I'm the Queen of England." one of the other bartenders, Robin, was fond of saying) poked at the bowl of limes in front of him. "Body glitter!" He shook his head, scowling. Michael had heard this story more than once this evening, since Louis had moved onto a new boyfriend just the day before. "All that does is get stuck in uncomfy places, I tell you. Louis will have sparkly shit for a week. Or longer." Gaston made a noise. "Serves him right."