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Two gay guys take a seat in Starbucks in Borders with a pile of fashion/gossip magazines. They have a dolled up art school look, so that for a second I think they are punk girls. Though it is clear quick enough that they are not, though the art school suggestion might hold true. The brunette with sculpted hair is the louder of the two, the blonde content to look at the pictures and listen to the steady stream of cattiness. Though, when he does talk, his voice is low enough to be inaudible at this distance.

“Don’t Dolce & Gabbana look more like brothers than lovers?”
“I couldn’t live in America - not with a 1st lady with eyebrows like that!” With that comment I wonder what country he thinks he is actually living in rather than the Scotland he actually is.
“I just don’t get Christian Bale!”
He points at some salad shown in advert, picking out the various ingredients and what he would eat, before shifting from bitchiness to diets.

Labels: bale, bitching, blonde, brunette, christian, dolce, gabbana, gay, gossip, guys, obama