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{ For context, this is all from an old Mr. Robot based scene. }
It was another chilly night that left Gabrielle hunched beneath her coat, trying to keep warm as her friends pranced ahead, keeping her out as late as possible while they debated where to eat. She wanted nothing more than to skip to the nightcap, to somewhere out of this cold. Unfortunately, her suggestion was outvoted, as they all had new places they wanted to try out tonight.
"I haven't had sushi before, so why can't we go to that place that just opened a week ago?" Ashley suggested, immediately prompting Delilah to shake her head in disagreement. The woman was very vocal about her dislike of the dish (among other things), and it seemed Ashley had either forgotten or ignored that fact. Her mouth opened to vocalize the opposition, but Gabrielle heard none of it. As the discussion continued, she directed her attention elsewhere, eyes landing on a familiar hooded figure almost instantly as if it were on cue.
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"I think I'm gonna just head home, guys." Gabrielle waved her friends off despite their objections, leaving them momentarily confused, though they quickly brushed it off. Only Ashley looked back a moment before fully joining the remaining three as they continued. Gabrielle stuffed her hands into her pockets again and watched Elliot, seeing him look in what seemed to be her direction before turning away. He appeared less steady than usual, which piqued her curiosity and set in motion her beginning to actually walk toward him.
"Hey?" she called out, only halfway there while he was already at his door. "You didn't strike me as the partying type." He still didn't actually, but she thought it less insulting to imply he was out partying rather than getting inebriated on his own. While she had him paused momentarily, she finally made it to his steps, stopping just in front of them.
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She only shrugged in reply to his question, letting out a large exhalation that visibly faded into the freezing air. One foot sat on the first step, and she leaned forward but made no other move toward his door. "Oh, I didn't notice," another just barely visible cloud of air accompanied the words as they left her lips, adding on to the thinly sarcastic tone of the statement. The left corner of her mouth lifted into a slight smirk before she continued.
"How've you been?" It was such a practiced phrase that one couldn't be sure if she were genuinely interested. She finally walked up the steps after asking, sliding past him, and through the entrance.
-
Gabrielle ignored the unanswered question, not finding it all that important anyway. Now that they had stepped into the apartment, settling into an area with even footing, it was clear that she was the taller of the two, though primarily heightened by the heels she wore. Her entire ensemble made her look incredibly out of place in this setting. Like a fashion model somehow transported to his nearly barren apartment.
"Truthfully? I just got bored of waiting for them to decide on a restaurant." She looked around curiously, but her expression showed no clear judgment of the place so far. "I probably would've gone home eventually even if I didn't see you."
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She raised an eyebrow, clearly confused but also sporting an almost amused expression. "To be fair, you don't sound much less boring." Her steps were slow as she walked toward him, eyes on whatever it was he was doing on his computer. "Maybe just slightly less boring." His question about her friends remained unanswered, though that seemed like enough of an answer in itself.
"What do you have to drink here?" Gabrielle honestly doubted that he had anything that she would want. She hoped her tone didn't give that fact away.
-
Elliot had been correct; when she opened the fridge, she saw a few water bottles and a six-pack with four beers left. Not much else was there, though, and Gabrielle's brow furrowed a bit at just how empty it was. "Do you just eat out all the time or something?" Her head turned to him slightly, and she watched him move to his bed out of the corner of her eye. She grabbed a bottle before following him, sitting at the edge of his bed. "Here. If you don't drink some of this, you're gonna have a killer hangover when you wake up."
It was another chilly night that left Gabrielle hunched beneath her coat, trying to keep warm as her friends pranced ahead, keeping her out as late as possible while they debated where to eat. She wanted nothing more than to skip to the nightcap, to somewhere out of this cold. Unfortunately, her suggestion was outvoted, as they all had new places they wanted to try out tonight.
"I haven't had sushi before, so why can't we go to that place that just opened a week ago?" Ashley suggested, immediately prompting Delilah to shake her head in disagreement. The woman was very vocal about her dislike of the dish (among other things), and it seemed Ashley had either forgotten or ignored that fact. Her mouth opened to vocalize the opposition, but Gabrielle heard none of it. As the discussion continued, she directed her attention elsewhere, eyes landing on a familiar hooded figure almost instantly as if it were on cue.
-
"I think I'm gonna just head home, guys." Gabrielle waved her friends off despite their objections, leaving them momentarily confused, though they quickly brushed it off. Only Ashley looked back a moment before fully joining the remaining three as they continued. Gabrielle stuffed her hands into her pockets again and watched Elliot, seeing him look in what seemed to be her direction before turning away. He appeared less steady than usual, which piqued her curiosity and set in motion her beginning to actually walk toward him.
"Hey?" she called out, only halfway there while he was already at his door. "You didn't strike me as the partying type." He still didn't actually, but she thought it less insulting to imply he was out partying rather than getting inebriated on his own. While she had him paused momentarily, she finally made it to his steps, stopping just in front of them.
-
She only shrugged in reply to his question, letting out a large exhalation that visibly faded into the freezing air. One foot sat on the first step, and she leaned forward but made no other move toward his door. "Oh, I didn't notice," another just barely visible cloud of air accompanied the words as they left her lips, adding on to the thinly sarcastic tone of the statement. The left corner of her mouth lifted into a slight smirk before she continued.
"How've you been?" It was such a practiced phrase that one couldn't be sure if she were genuinely interested. She finally walked up the steps after asking, sliding past him, and through the entrance.
-
Gabrielle ignored the unanswered question, not finding it all that important anyway. Now that they had stepped into the apartment, settling into an area with even footing, it was clear that she was the taller of the two, though primarily heightened by the heels she wore. Her entire ensemble made her look incredibly out of place in this setting. Like a fashion model somehow transported to his nearly barren apartment.
"Truthfully? I just got bored of waiting for them to decide on a restaurant." She looked around curiously, but her expression showed no clear judgment of the place so far. "I probably would've gone home eventually even if I didn't see you."
-
She raised an eyebrow, clearly confused but also sporting an almost amused expression. "To be fair, you don't sound much less boring." Her steps were slow as she walked toward him, eyes on whatever it was he was doing on his computer. "Maybe just slightly less boring." His question about her friends remained unanswered, though that seemed like enough of an answer in itself.
"What do you have to drink here?" Gabrielle honestly doubted that he had anything that she would want. She hoped her tone didn't give that fact away.
-
Elliot had been correct; when she opened the fridge, she saw a few water bottles and a six-pack with four beers left. Not much else was there, though, and Gabrielle's brow furrowed a bit at just how empty it was. "Do you just eat out all the time or something?" Her head turned to him slightly, and she watched him move to his bed out of the corner of her eye. She grabbed a bottle before following him, sitting at the edge of his bed. "Here. If you don't drink some of this, you're gonna have a killer hangover when you wake up."
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