Gabriel had finished shopping and went back to the hotel room to get dressed. He couldn't help but smirk to himself a little as he thought of Elle squirming, wondering where he was or what was taking him.

She'd see soon enough.

He made his way to the bar, walking briskly past Elle as he entered. He was dressed black pants, a blue buttoned up shirt (no tie, and it was unbuttoned at the top) along with a long black coat. His hair was gelled up into a fauxhawk. He was glad, now, that she had finished cutting it before they started arguing.

He approached the bartender, ordering himself a scotch on the rocks before glancing back toward Elle. He couldn't wait to see how she responded.