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Dressed elegantly in a dress suit underneath a fitted, cropped fur coat, Gabrielle stepped into the red dragon with mischief in mind. Dark tresses hung loosely, a style she preferred over anything.

The Desher, seated comfortably in the rafters, has chosen to stare at another patron for a long moment, studying her eyes from afar while he smokes....but a new presence gets his attention. His head snaps to one side to stare at Gabrielle

Red eyes make a sweep of the room, her gaze halting on Elseth. Then, looking away as though she were disinterested, Gabrielle sauntered further inside and spoke seemingly to herself. "We meet again, Watcher."

"...Don't you walk away from me." There's teasing and mockery in his tone, and in a flurry, he drops from the rafters, landing on the floor not far behind Gabrielle with a soft thump. Though there is little light in the common room at this time, he has a faint shadow around him from all sides, and his outline is....dark and hazy in a strange, subtle way, like the black twin of a mirage.

"I think I'll be the one giving orders." Glancing over her shoulder with a devilish smile, Gabrielle winked playfully at Elseth and continued to walk away; towards a booth. "You are more yourself, Watcher."

He presses a gloved fingertip into the bowl of his pipe, gives the patrons a grinning leer, and follows Gabrielle into the booth. "And you haven't changed at all, I daresay..." He laughs wheezily. "Did the winter festivities not stir your little black heart?"

Her legs cross at the knee beneath the table, arms stretching out to lie atop the bench back. "Of course they did. Who doesn't enjoy Christmas?" Gabrielle made a face that was unbecoming. "I dare say I look forward to the new year more than this past holiday."

Naturally, he's watching her eyes. Closely. He begins cleaning out the bowl of the pipe, dumping the strong-smelling contents into an ashtray. "And what, pray tell, are you doing to ring in the New Year...?"

A new presence entered the room, lingering at the door.

The cold, though not bothering her, does grab her attention. Once more her gaze turns from Elseth to find the source of her internal alarm. The door is watched a moment and when Travanix is spotted, she sneers and returns her attention to Elseth. "Why, a party, of course. That, and one helluva romp later on." A smirk hinted on the corners of her mouth. "What will you do, Watcher?"

He smiles at that, leaning pretty far forward. "Well, nothing formal....but I was thinking on a little private celebration....Myself, and the first lonesome stranger I can find. Feed him liquor, drag him into an alley, cut out his tongue, slice open his eyelids, and stare at him until his eyes shrivel like a carcass in desert heat." He flexes his hands and leans back into his seat again. Pale pink tongue touches his lips briefly. "...But this party....would it require an R.S.V.P.?" He chuckles wheezily at his own joke.

"Girlfight," he says offhand, indicating the violence at the bar.

Grinning, Gabrielle turned to watch the going ons at the bar. She watched for a moment or two before shaking her head. "If I were less bored, I'd be amused." But Elseth would be able to see that she was. "Of course it's R.S.V.P., but if you should choose to attend at some point, I'd find no problem with that. You could come straight away. I'm sure we could...accommodate your needs."

He tilts his head like a rag doll and licks his canines thoughtfully, eyes boring into a spot by her head as he considers just how delightful this party could be. "...Give me an address, and I will be there."

"There is an old warehouse turned club in Dockside. It used to be an old brewery, if that helps. You'll understand why I won't give an address." Lifting a hand, she made a gesture at those gathered. "And the walls have ears." Gabi licked at her lips, tilting her head to the side. "I'll have it set so that you can enter. I have no guards. On the outside, at least."

"I know the place," he says simply, and then studies her. Looking at parts of her other than her eyes, and then returning to them, and he chuckles softly. "Will you be bringing a date?"

A slow grin stretches across her face. It was easy to tell she was flattered. "Yes, as a matter of fact, I will."

"Then I'll just have to kill him." Hard to tell whether or not it's a joke.

A woman at the bar began to yell, resorting to hitting and punching a man who had spoken disgracefully of her and a friend. She stood up for the friend, but not herself. Archangel glanced towards the annoying shouting woman. "You can tell alot, Watcher, by the way a woman lets you talk to her. Apparently that one cares nothing of herself." It was a statement spoken more-so for herself than for Elseth.

He turns to look at the room for a moment, and looks back at Gabrielle. "Ah....but it takes true confidence and strength, to choose deafness to every word men and women might say regarding you."

"Or she's a whore." A quiet chortle erupting.

He lifts his shoulders lightly, honestly not very interested in who's a whore by whose standards. "Do you think the sun will break through the fog before the day is done?" He looks at the window. Yes, he's thinking of leaving.

And she's not one to care who agrees with her opinions. "Perhaps not if you leave promptly." Dropping her arms from the back of the bench.

"I'll be there before midnight," he says simply. He raises the hood of his cloak, slips from the booth, and leaves through the front door.

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