Kenzi [006] Video

[onteamdyson]

HEY! Hey, not-Loki. Nice one, not scary-as-balls one. My sugar buddy. I need to talk to you! We are desperately in need of delicious food stuffs over here and I know you got some magic fingers. What's a girl gotta do to get a pizza?! And/or a cake. Chocolate milkshakes and burritos are also acceptable. 

Cough up the goods! We're starving! Apparently watery mac and cheese isn't acceptable for certain people's sophisticated palates or whatever. High maintenance much?! Help me out!

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[hung_garian]

Heading over where?

[Those other questions can all wait. If she's coming over to his place and knows anything at all about Anna, he needs to keep them away from each other. Knowing his name is bad enough.]

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[onteamdyson]

Your place? The bar? Wherever. Not picky. [Kind of picky since her bedroom is off limits apparently.]

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[hung_garian]

[But the bar's always full of Winchester, and Dean doesn't always respect his lifestyle choices quite as much as Gabriel would like him to. Hm.]

My place will do.

[He'll just lock Anna in her room. No big.]

Just gimme a minute to get the cat out the way. Turns out the violent ginger thing isn't restricted to humans, y'know? Especially where chocolate's involved.

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[onteamdyson]

Uh... sure. [Dude, you are so weird. This is why she likes you.

After a sufficient amount of time has passed, there's a knock at the door!]

It's meeeeeeee. Obvi. Open up and cough up the goods! ... By goods, I mean cake. Not your junk.

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[hung_garian]

[The door swings open on its own; Gabriel's still coming down the stairs when it does so.]

You sure? I even put on my special occasion underwear, just for you.

[He doesn't actually bother doing any of the normal greetings stuff, just walks through into the living room, presumably expecting her to follow since he doesn't stop talking.]

Just FYI, this doesn't make me your local take-out place or café or whatever. You start coming around here expecting to be fed every mealtime and I'll start locking the doors.

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[onteamdyson]

Very sure. Way to waste good undies.

[Yep. Okay. Following. That door thing isn't weird considering the guy pops rabbits out of thin air sometimes. No, wait! Thin hare. Hah, nailed it.]

Well, it's a good thing I can pick locks in my sleep, huh?

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[hung_garian]

Wouldn't try it, if I were you. Last person who broke in here ended up--

[oh.]

Well, just scared shitless, actually. I must be losing my touch.

[There's a cake on the coffee table, neatly cut into slices already. It looks like diabetes given material form. Gabriel gestures vaguely to a chair, and takes the whole sofa for himself, stretching his legs out and grabbing a slice of cake as he sprawls. Somehow it doesn't crumble everywhere - even when he rests it on his jacket between bites it doesn't leave a mark. Hers will, if she tries it, but being a nice guy at heart he's provided a plate.]

I'll think up something suitably awful, anyway.

[onteamdyson]

[Well if that doesn't just get him a glare-- that is replaced with a grin because CAKE. She grabs the plate, how kind, and flops back into the chair, bringing her legs up next to her. So comfy.]

Seriously doubt you scared him. And how the heck are you going to think of something awful when we've established that I'm not scared of you either, and you obvi love me. There wouldn't be cake if you didn't totally love me. This cake was born from the power of friendship, Gabe!

[hung_garian]

I totally did. Why else would he be so bitchy about me, huh? Huh? I'm delightful.

[Okay, so maybe the reason Party would be 'bitchy' about Gabriel is the same reason anyone would, i.e. Gabriel is a huge doucheface.]

And FYI? The cake is here because I happen to like cake myself. I'm not making some huge sacrifice by agreeing to eat it with you, sugar. This is a tentative cake-based alliance which will be completely broken off if you call me Gabe again, I'm not some Californian surfer dude.

[Because obviously all people called Gabe are? It's best not to try to follow his logic sometimes.]

[onteamdyson]

Cucumber sandwiches at tea time are delightful. I don't even know what you are. [Awesome. He is awesome.]

UH-HUH! SURE! You just keep saying that and refusing to admit that we're buddies because, unlike you, I actually am delightful and we're totally buddies. [And wow, touchy. She smirks.] So you prefer Gabriel? Or maybe Slippery Jim. What is with you and names, anyway? Why the big secret!?

[hung_garian]

If you were the cool one out of the two of us, wouldn't I be the one insisting we were friends to get in on your badass rep? Let's face it, darlin', you can tell yourself whatever you need to to get through the night, but we all know I'm the cucumber sandwich at tea time. And you're the tuna sandwich for breakfast.

[He crams a little too much cake into his mouth, and uses it as an excuse not to answer the name question. Well, he sort of answers the question. Just... not intelligibly, unless his answer is supposed to be either 'cake crumbs' or 'mmmmfghrblem'.]