From the lips of an angel

[derek_morgan]

Who: Derek and Gabe (Closed)
What: Morning after the Masquerade Party...that Derek doesn't remember.
Where: Home Sweet Home
When: Day 54, morning

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[a_tricky_one]

Gabriel was doing his best not the think hard on what had occurred at the Masquerade. The less he thought of it, the less pissed he got about that fact that he was powerless, and had been helpless against whatever had happened. He snorted at Derek and headed to the kitchen to give himself a cup of the coffee he had just made.

"I live here." he chuckled under his breath then turned to wink at him, "Don't worry, you didn't sleep with me too, playboy."

[derek_morgan]

Derek was about ready to snarl back 'The hell you do' when the man added that last portion. SHIT! He had to find out just what the smug bastard knew before putting his foot in his mouth. Morgan sat with his jaw tensed, glaring at the man for a second before finally responding. "You've lived here since when? I've been in and out this house at all different times. Never seen you here."

[a_tricky_one]

"Been living here a while now..." he shrugged adding more than copious amounts of sugar to his coffee, "Not my fault you're oblivious."

Plus Gabriel had been much for human contact. The only person he seemed to talk to with any frequency was Deb. And this asshole had cheated on her. He was a little peeved at that. And half tempted to tell Deb, so that he himself could get an in. Although he knew from experience that running to her to run his mouth wasn't going to endear him to Debra. He'd try and get the revelation out another way. Maybe goad Derek into telling her, if he thought Gabriel might actually tell her instead...

[derek_morgan]

Derek snorted incredulously. "Oblivious? You're a goddamn liar. You either found my key or Deb's. Lucky I don't throw your ass out." He watched the man and took a mouthful of his poorly created meal.