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‘ WE’RE LONG past tipsiness here, cowboy. ’
briefly, her hand twitches towards the iron on her hip as she hears new footsteps behind her; lean fingers then relax as a familiar voice is recognised and the paranoia of being accosted in her favourite bar by rival gangs is alleviated. at least, for the moment. now she’s just back to nursing her pint. interestingly, her clothes do little to reflect her status of an international celebrity (even if it’s one that carved her way to fame through BLOOD in the streets). if anything, it looks more like a postgraduate student who’s finally given up on getting a good grade and is just drinking their SORROWS away, dressed in a filthy hoodie, sweatpants and large glasses, unwashed raven hair tied into a bun. who’s gonna say shit, though? REALLY? gabriel’s own humble attire in an effort to announce the very platonic nature of this meeting is thus barely even noticed. the thought of her sister ever feeling threatened in a situation like this probably doesn’t even cross the boss’ mind.
‘ can i ask a weird question? ’ she finally mumbles after another deep gulp.