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closed for: @is-it-gabriel
where: sea shanty
"What's the weirdest interaction you've had on the clock?" Dallas asks, his focus half on Gabe and half on wiping away the buffalo sauce residue on his fingers with a napkin, seeking out a side of gossip with the wings he was working his way through. "Can you tell me that or is it classified?"
starter for: @gabriel-passerini location: the aubrey
More often than Brie cared to admit, she was being dragged into some project her mother had decided to take on -- This time, it had been a charity event she wanted 'feedback' on, which really just meant she wanted to brag to her daughter for an hour and a half, then talk over her anytime she spoke. Needless to say, any interaction with her mother typically soured Brie's mood for the rest of the day. The staff of the Aubrey learned to recognize the look in her eye, opting to steer clear as she moved to leave the building, but a poor bystander managed to end up in her line of fire -- Both literally, and figuratively. As painfully cliche as it is, her tunnel vision has her misstepping, colliding with another body. Nothing detrimental, but enough to pull a frustrated huff from her, annoyance only growing once she lays eyes on the person she'd shoulder checked.
"What are you doing here, Gabriel?" Her tone is accusatory, as if their cleary unexpected run in is deliberate. It's difficult not to be hostile wherever Gabe Passerini is involved -- It's practically her default setting now. It's easier to be angry with him, than it is let herself open that door again. Instead, she takes the easy route: Reprimanding him him for something that wasn't his fault. "Don't you know how to act in public? People are walking here."
where: high school hallway
who: @gabriel-ramos
Finn hated crowds, he debated leaving and facing the storm just to avoid them but he wouldn’t leave Quinlan and the rest of the family on their own with these idiots. There was no telling who would try to take a shot at one of them thinking they could do some service to the town or something. He was leaned against a wall staring at his phone, when he heard the footsteps approach. Finn was ready to tell whoever it was to fuck off but looked up to see Gabe instead. “Hey brother, welcome to feckin’ hell.” He greeted him with a crooked smile and tired eyes. “When did you get in? Seen Quinlan yet?”
where: mad dog brewery who: @gabriel-knox & lydia donovan
"So, what do you think?" Lydia nervously inquired, almost hiding behind her vodka cranberry as she awaited her cousin's thoughts. She had already made the decision to sell Donovan's Sweets to acquire the old, burnt-down vineyard. Still, she had a couple of days before signing the papers and finalizing everything, so she was seeking the opinions of her trusted friends and family to ensure she was making the right move. Given that Gabe was a fellow business owner, she placed a lot of trust in his judgment. “Is it too ambitious of me to go from this little dinky barkers to this huge wine operation? Am I in over my head? Please be honest, Gabe. Seriously, I can take it.”
