#gabe03

[sassa-fiske]

who: @gabemonroe​​ when: thurs, oct 20th, setting up for the career fair where: the event hall

Sassa should’ve realized Gabe would’ve also signed up for setting up for the career fair - she had because not only did it count for community service, which she needed hours of for her sorority, but because hello? Early entry into opportunities to impress a whole host of serious networking opportunities. And Gabe had always been...well, not as ambitious as her, considering that was a level she didn’t think anyone quite reached, but extremely ambitious. He had always been focused on his work and career - too focused, at points, in Sassa’s opinion. After all, she had been seriously left hanging for his attention at times. He probably would’ve made time to do this regardless of what conflicts would’ve arisen. 

She offered him a small smile when he approached in her direction, a box of things - surely pamphlets, or business cards, or utterly useless pens with logos (they never even wrote nicely). “Hey,” Sassa greeted, scanning up and down his frame for a moment. “Should’ve expected you to be here,” she said. “Always the type of thing you’d make time for,” she continued, the words coming out slightly sing-song. And not at all passive aggressive. 

[shrapnelsong]

@clandestinare​ asked: “I heard you need a makeup artist, and quick.” The model’s lips curled into a playful smile as he leaned in, studying Alice’s complexion. “You have a cute face. I could definitely work with this...” The offer, though oddly phrased, was genuine. He hasn’t been able to do someone’s makeup in quite some time... so he quietly hoped she would pick up the hint behind the teasing tone.

     It was an honor to be invited to the fundraiser, but it was also an incredible hassle when it was last minute. She’d been rushing to find an appropriate dress for most of the day, and when it came to her make-up, her go-to artists couldn’t fit her in their schedules. Needless to say, she was nearing a panic when a certain gorgeous model waltzed in.

Alice couldn’t help leaning back slightly when he moved in to take a better look at her face, feeling warmth tingeing her cheeks at the sudden proximity that allowed her to admire his face from up close as well. “Oh.” Was he offering to do it for her? As confident as she was in her own abilities to do her make-up for work, a night out, or even a party, a gala was something else entirely.

“Would you really?” Her shoulders lowered from where they were tensely held up, a sigh of relief escaping her. “Thank you so much, Gabe! I’m in your debt.”