#interaction. | gabe

[tylergparker]

There were still just enough areas of the Malnati that Tyler had found went untouched by guests for the most part. The staff break room, obviously, the roof, the outdoor pool after 7 pm, and the southeast back courtyard. It wasn’t a huge space, just a small expanse of cement with a couple stone tables with benches. There was a small grass area under a tree, too. It mostly just served as a ‘scenic’ route in cutting through the back staff parking lot, or if anyone was taking the long way around to the front of the building, so its foot traffic was a little less than the main courtyard on the other side of the hotel. Tyler liked this space, though. It was generally secluded enough that she could get away with making a mess and not having anyone notice. Her hair was a mess - having not even bothered to brush or do anything with it after sleeping with braid pigtails in; she was pretty sure she’d accidentally dipped the end of one in the blended paints on her pallet, but whatever. She’d deal with that later. 

Pausing to scratch at her temple with her pinkie, paintbrush pinched carefully between her thumb and pointer finger, her attention diverted from the small canvas propped up on the sheet she sat on on the grass. It was more thanks to her peripheral vision than anything else that she happened to notice anyone coming from the back parking lot - Vic Fuentes was screaming in her ears through her airpods so she certainly hadn’t heard her company joining her. Realizing it was Gabe of all people, she did actually squint a little. Setting her brush down carefully on the edge of her pallet, the girl removed her ear buds and snapped a bubble with the gum in her mouth before kinking a brow at the older male. “What’s up, loser? Do you always creep around the back of the building or is this special just for me?”

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[liamtsullivan]

Getting out of the hotel for a little while always served Liam as a nice change of pace. He lived there, and he was typically enveloped in work there, so even just going to a Starbucks a few blocks away and sitting there for a while to get some work done instead of running every which way between the kitchen and bar and such was a nice reprieve. He ordered as he typically did - a blonde Americano with an extra shot and a little bit of coconut milk - and left a five in the tip jar, much to the momentary bewilderment of the barista who took his order. It was rather characteristic of him - making his living and paying off college debts based on tip money for a period of time, he was all about giving back to customer service employees, particularly of the food variety. As he moved to find a table to situate at, Liam's gaze fell on a vaguely familiar face. At first the familiarity didn't click, but it really only took a few moments. Obviously it had been quite a long time but there were certain tells people had - details in their expressions or their body language - that Liam had a good knack for cataloging. He remembered people. And he remembered the other male he walked passed to drop his work binder onto a table. Liam had every intention of dropping a hello, but his name was being called for his drink, so that halted him. Instead he went to the hand-off counter to pick it up, thanking the barista on the beverage making bar politely just before the second barista making drinks called out the name 'Gabe.' Smile easing the tiniest bit wider - if only for his confirmation of memory - Liam nodded his head and picked up the other's drink, as well, turning to hold it out as he approached where the other male was. "Gabe, right?"

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[nicoxdelgado]

Something that Nico was realizing quickly while on this vacation they were all on, was that he was doing too good a job at appearing like a legitimate tourist. There was just a little bit extra awe in his eyes going places, a little too many curious questions he asked staff and local employees. It wasn't like Hawaii was a place he had been before, he wanted to know things, wanted to experience things. So now, yeah, he was looking at a brochure of things to do on the island. And he'd even gone so far as to recruit a friend to help him decide. "Okay, well, what would you do, though?" Nico asked, looking at Gabe across from him at the outdoor patio table. His eyebrows lifted as his gaze stayed over the top of the brochure at the other male. "Coffee plant tour? If I did that, you'd probably have to go with me, considering."

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[tylergparker]

"Jesus Christ," The words were huffed under her breath as Tyler's eyes caught on the vibrantly printed back of a shirt. Token Hawaiian shirts - or dad shirts, as she'd taken to calling them - were to be expected, she figured, but it was the person wearing it that made it more embarrassing. She might have to take a picture, though, just to document the fact that Gabe looked like that. Small grin twitching at her lips, Tyler headed toward where he stood, coming up behind him. "Excuse me, sir?" There was a false polite quality to her voice - a customer voice she had perfected over the years - but as Gabe turned, her eyebrows shot upward, grin growing as she got into teasing him. "Oh, I'm sorry. I thought you were one of the tour guides, dressing like you can be found from seven miles away, my mistake."

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[nicoxdelgado]

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It being just a little after midnight didn't particularly phase Nico. These little middle of the night rendezvous weren't super unusual for Gabe and himself now. Since they'd figured out that night time happened to be a weird alive time for the both of them, and they'd found a decent enough diner that was open twenty-four hours, why wouldn't they be there in the middle of the night? Also not entirely shocking was the fact that Nico was there first. To be fair, he was planning on going there anyway and had texted Gabe asking if he wanted to meet up after already getting there as a little bit of an afterthought. What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Dismounting from his motorcycle, Nico winced faintly at the unpleasant creak of the kick stand. He needed to oil that up later - a mental reminder as he shuffled his backpack off his shoulder around to his front. Fishing around in the front pocket, he found his cigarettes, lighting one moments later then readjusting his bag on his back once again. Smoke in one hand, phone in the other, the boy leaned precariously backward against his beat up bike, waiting until the sound of footsteps approaching had his gaze lifting. Growing up where he had, and having been back in that area for a few months, brought a sort of immediate edge to such a circumstance, but thankfully any ringing alarms in the back of his mind were easily enough ignored that he didn't immediately tense up. Would have made things a little awkward, considering he was expecting the company. Exhaling a stream of smoke after a drag from his cigarette, Nico's brows lifted at the look on Gabe's face. "What?" He pushed oh so carefully off the bike behind him and dropped his cigarette to the asphalt to snuff it out under his shoe. "Okay, I can see the need to lecture in your eyes. Might as well get it over with."