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[fixeswatches]

Gabriel was sitting in the chair in the bathroom, waiting for Elle. After all, she had promised to cut his hair for him. It really was getting long, even for his taste. Now when he tried to slick it back, it gave him a sort of douchebag look. Not appealing, really.

Finally, he heard the door slam, letting him know Elle was back. "Did you find someplace that sold the supplies you needed?" He called out in a curious fashion.

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[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"You certainly like me well enough, don't you?" His smirk grew a little wider now. "After all, I'm lucky if you can keep your hands off of me for ten minutes."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her angry flush deepened. "I'm a sex addict," she said snappishly, "I can't help myself." A poor comeback, to be sure, but she didn't have anything else. Well, besides... "And I'm certainly not having any trouble right now!"

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but by the end of the fight, we'll probably be screwing," He pointed out in a knowing voice. "It's how all of our arguments seem to end."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She huffed and growled, glowering at him, because he was right. And she snapped. She was certainly liable to it at the moment, and she was too angry to even think of the consequences. She just wanted to prove him wrong if it was the last thing she did, and wipe that cocky smirk off of his stupid face.

She stalked over to their bag and started stripped, shedding all of her layers furiously, pulling out a barely worn electric blue mini-dress. "We'll see who I'll be fucking by the end of the night," she bit at him, pulling it over her head.

Even though she knew it would be him, if anyone.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"You're not going out like that," He shouted in annoyance, infuriated by even the thought that she might fuck someone else. He knew she wouldn't (she wouldn't dare), but the idea still pissed him off.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"You're right, I'm not," she replied glibly, anger laced into her tone. She straightened out the dress; it hardly covered half of her thighs. "I'm going down to the bar," she said, grabbing her strappy pumps and pulling them on. "I bet there's plenty of men there willing to fuck me, don't you think?" she spat, and headed for the door.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He stalked after her, taking large strides to catch up with her. He reached out, grabbing her wrist roughly. "They might be willing, but they sure as hell aren't fucking you."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She turned on him, holding her wrist up after he grabbed it so violently. "Well according to you, all I need to do is not discourage it," she hissed pointedly. "So I'll let you know how it goes." She shocked his hand off and reached for the doorknob.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

He cried out in pain at the size of the shock, leaving him immobilized as he fell to the floor. His body was slowly healing,giving her the chance to leave before he could interfere again.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She slammed the door shut and rushed down the hall, slipping into the elevator just when someone was getting out, shooting them a fake, rushed smile and pressing the lobby floor button frantically, only sighing victoriously when the doors closed the the left started to drop.

She instantly felt free and invigorated on top of her fueling anger. She fluffed her hair in the mirror, adjusted her dress, and stepped off when the elevator ding at her floor.

Her heels clicked confidently against the marble tiles, and she entered the dimly lit bar, choosing a stool and jumping up on it. She ordered a martini and waited.

It was only a matter of time before some poor, horny man on a business trip approached her.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

As he healed, Gabriel pushed himself up with a grunt. His body ached, but suddenly, he knew what he needed to do. If she thought she could get away with this, she'd see that two could play at this game. He grabbed his wallet along, and headed down to where the cloth shops inside the hotel were located.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

It only took a few minutes of quietly sipping her drink before one jackass approached her. To be completely honest, she'd be secretly glancing at the entrance the whole time, waiting for Gabriel to come drag her back. Not that she cared or anything, but she would have sworn on her life he would have been there to stop her by now. What the hell was taking him so long?

The man, who looked like a Grade A douche, leaned against the bar next to her with a sleazy smile. He had brown, floppy hair, and lo and behold, a fancy suit and a big commercial smile.

Gorgeous, but also clearly a douche.

Perfect, in other words.

"I'm Max, and you are just... stunning," he said, delivering the line as if he'd practiced it on countless others before. Obediently, Elle smiled. "What's your name? Can I buy you a drink?"

She glanced impatiently at the doorway--still no one. She was almost beginning to feel put out. Almost. She turned her grin back to Max. "Elle," she said with a giggle. "I'd love another drink."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

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.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Max was boring. He was really boring. He was pretty to look at, at the very least, but he seemed to think a conversation meant talking non-stop for fifteen minutes about how impressive it was to run his own successful company at twenty-five. Like a good little boy trying to get laid, he offered to buy her another drink after she'd downed the last one (she took a sip every time she was hiding her rolling eyes), and she'd accepted, because why the hell not. She couldn't get drunk now anyway.

He was talking about his monthly income (all Elle gathered was it was impressive) and she was nodding and oo-ing and ahh-ing along when a man passed her, and she was so concentrated on trying to look interested that she almost didn't recognize it was Gabriel. Gabriel, finally.

And then she wasn't quite sure it was Gabriel at all.

Max rambled as her boyfriend? glanced down the bar at her, and she was aware she was probably staring, and blushing, and she knew quite intimately that her only desire was to melt Max's mouth shut and rip off all of Gabriel's new clothes.

Because those clothes, they were new.

"Anyway, what are you in town for?"

Her gaze refocused, and she blinked at Max, still a little lost in her bar sex fantasy. "What?"

"What are you in town for, sweetheart?"

She instantly smiled, picking up the act. "Just for fun with my girlfriends. They all went to bed early."

Her gaze strayed back to Gabriel and her heart rate sped up, pounding against her chest. His hair. But she was still mad at him. Definitely still mad.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel just sat at the bar, nursing his drink for now. He couldn't help but feel smug as he looked at Elle once more, noticing her flushed face. This plan had worked well, he could already tell that.

"Are you hear for business?" He turned his head and looked behind him. Standing there was a young woman with long red hair, wearing a tight black halter top and jeans. He could tell from one look at her expression that she was probably vapid, but she would serve the purpose he needed.

"No, I'm here for a friend's wedding, and yourself?"

"I'm here for a seminar on massage theraphy," The girl chirped eagerly, as if she had won an award by getting his attention or something like that. She sat down in the chair next to him, leaning over to offer her hand, giving him perfect view of her cleavage as she did so. "I'm Cindy."

He gave her a charming smile, shaking her hand. "And I'm Gabriel"

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

"And they left you all alone?" Max asked, and Elle smiled coyly.

"Yeah, they suck," Elle said plainly, and Max laughed. He had a nice laugh, but Elle was already peeking down the bar at Gabriel eagerly. She kind of was thinking of ditching Max...

Her heart jumped so far up her throat she thought was going to throw it up. Some disgusting awful redhead that might as well have had "SKANK" tattooed on her forehead was shaking Gabriel's hand. And leaning over to do it like some... like some... well, like some hussy!

Elle snapped back up in her seat, flushing red for an entirely different reason now. "So, what do you say?" Max asked.

She looked at him with a confused, furrowed brow. "To what?" A red halter top and tight jeans? What... what was that? That girl looked bad. There was a way to wear an outfit like that so it looked sexy, but she just looked distasteful. Why was Gabriel even talking to her?

"I offered to keep you company tonight," he supplied again with a cocky grin, and then his hand was on her bare knee.

Ew.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel tightened his grip on Cindy's hand absentmindly as he watched that cheesy looking guy place his hand on Elle's knee. How dare he touch her like that. It took all his self control not to go over there and punch the guy.

"Oww," Cindy pouted a little. "You've really got a grip, don't you?"

Gabriel recovered, smiling a little sheepishly as he pulled his hand away. "Sorry, I don't know my own strength sometimes."

He couldn't help but glance over at Elle again before turning back to the redhead in front of him. She was pretty enough, though not really his type.

"So, do you have a date for the wedding?" She asked eagerly.

"No," He gave a dramatic sigh, downing the last of his scotch before signaling to the bartender that he wanted another one.

"I could go with you, if you want."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Elle blinked at Max for a moment, and then down at his yucky hand, and then over at Gabriel and that redheaded mop, and then back to Max. In a short five seconds, she understood what she needed to do.

"No, I think I see one of my friends now," she said in a careless string of words, desperate to get away. "Yes, there, oh! Thanks, Max, bye. Olivia!" she called to no one, pushed Max's hand off of her, and stood up, making her way briskly over to Gabriel and that little bitch.

She inserted herself between them, shoving her a little with the movement. "Uhm, hi, you need to take your cheap Rite Aid hair color and leave now."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel smirked at her presence, utterly pleased that she had snapped first. It was a nice change, for once.

"Cindy, this is Elle, she's the one getting married," He smirked before continuing. "Elle is one of my closest friends, so she's very protective of who I spend my time with. She's almost like a sister."

He was enjoying himself a little too much for his own good.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

If Elle had been furious before, now she was seething. She couldn't even find the breath to tell Gabriel to shut up about whatever retarded nonsense he was spewing. Didn't he realize this was serious?

Cindy's shocked, offended face slowly morphed into one of wary concern. "My hair is natural, what's your deal?" she asked defensively.

"My deal is you have your fake acrylic paws all over my boyfriend, now back off before I gauge your eyes out with my bare hands," she shot back, and she meant it. Oh, she meant it.

"Uh, aren't you getting married-"

"Listen you dumb bitch," she growled, her fuse spent, "turn your tacky ass and leave before I light you up like a Christmas tree."

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

Gabriel chuckled softly, leaning in to whisper into Cindy's ear. "She'll do it. It's best for you to listen to her."

The girl just gave a frightened nod before running off, leaving the bar, just to be safe.

He turned back to Elle, offering her a smirk. "Is something the matter?" He wanted to hear it from her lips, that it sucked to be on the other, jealous end of things.

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She bristled at the way he whispered in Cindy's ear, and almost fried them both right then. Her eyes narrowed at his question, and she wasn't sure if she wanted to slap him across the face for being a jackass or fuck him.

"Shut up," she snarled instead, glaring up at him, her fingers making little fists.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"What?" He asked, feigning innocence. "You said you were going to find someone else to fuck, so I thought it was only fair that I did the same."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

Her blood boiled, and her clenched hands shook. So maybe that had been an impulsive, stupid move, but still. She was still so angry she was afraid she might cry. "That was different," she hissed.

[justgabriel.livejournal.com]

"How is it different?" He asked, raising a brow now. "How is it okay for you to come down here and flirt with other men to spite me, but if I flirt with other women it's bad? Who's being the hypocrite now?"