What I Want

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He pursed his lips and looked at his friend as though she had sprouted a second head. “Black. Black matches everything.”

[/color] He wasn’t fashion savvy at all, but he knew that if he didn’t have a pair of Converse to match his outfit colour wise he could always fall back on his trusty black pair. He even had a full over black pair for the times when he could get away with not wearing formal black shoes. He had a pair for special occasions but he didn’t like wearing them and always felt uncomfortable in them by the end of the night. Luckily, the last time he had worn them was to Ewan’s wedding because he was of the groomsmen and his brother had been good enough to let him change back to his trusty Chucks the second the formal photographs were over. On a small chuckle, Gabe opened his mouth again, shooting Fallon a knowing look. “It probably would’ve been safer for everyone to make you a Pi Kappa Phi. At least then you’d be bound to secrecy by brotherhood and no one would have to live out their final days in fear of what you might tell everyone.”[/color] He teased, knowing that Fallon probably had something on most of the boys Gabe had once shared a house with.

Laughing, he held his hands up and rolled his eyes. “Don’t blame me for that! Blame the winter pandemic of flu and strep throat that tore through Nebraska for the two weeks I was home for.”[/color] He had joked never to return home after that, but he knew that he was better than most in the sense that aside from his bad leg, he had a full bill of clean health and a strong immune system. Narrowing his eyes, he fixed Fallon with an unimpressed stare. “I can just quote what you said not ten minutes ago…and it was gibberish.”[/color] He said, adjusting his bag strap again. He gasped and pretended to look horrified. “Keep secrets from Myles?! He might think we’re having an illicit affair behind his back!”[/color] It was probably best not to tell Myles about how many piggybacks Gabe gave Fallon. It would only lead to him once again believing that Gabe’s story of a bad knee was nothing more than a myth he adopted to get out of the Frat football game, despite the few occasions he had been on crutches during his time in the Frat house! The accident was something only a few people knew about, mainly because he still had nightmares of it going the other way and his mother not coming out of it this time. Luckily, those nightmares were few and far between, but he still didn’t like driving if he could avoid it. The only thing that really remained was the bad knee and the scar that encircled it. Gabe tried not to let it get him down though; a few weeks on crutches here and there was really no big deal in the grand scheme of things and if his mother could quickly ease into life without the use of her legs ever again, Gabe could handle small portions of time hopping about.

“And I had explained it all to you, again.”[/color] He added, leaning back with a smirk. It had been funny to watch the slow realisation dawn on her face once everything made sense. Gabe had casually chatted the morning away with her uncle before she emerged and the two men had shared quite a good chuckle over the drunken mistake. It really was only Fallon who was capable of making such a show of herself as that. “Actually, these days lunacy is informally used to address a wide range of mental illnesses. So, calling me a lunatic actually has no set definition and psychosis blackouts would probably fall under that.”[/color] He said, grinning as he stopped his short argument to lean across the table. “And if I did have multiple personality blackouts, Gabe probably wouldn’t remember them if they didn’t affect that persona. So, I wouldn’t know.”[/color] He grinned and leaned back again before pulling a face. “Save the sugary sweet sickness for when I’ve had more to drink than Mountain Dew.”[/color] He said, wrinkling his nose up in mock disgust as he raised his own glass to his lips. “You drink this stuff most of the time and still get excited by it? Fallon, you are a strange girl.”[/color]
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 791!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon shot Gabe a look, like he’d gone crazy. “Not my personality! I don’t do black often, or well,” she said, mentally searching her shoe collection and coming to a not so surprising conclusion. She only owned two pairs of black shoes. The booties she bought and the ankle breakers her mother had sent up that she was wearing on her feet. Even wearing them now was a rare sight. She much preferred the flashier selections in her closet. She always had, even back in high school and college. It was more likely she’d be seen in some bright or flashy shoe over anything dull and bland. “Probably, I have a notebook,” she said teasing. “It’s full of the escapades.” She couldn’t remember half the stunts pulled in college. But if she really had a book full of their tales and secrets, it would be hilarious and worth a fortune. But she did know a lot about the boys of Pi Kappa Phi. If she’d ever needed to be vindictive and use what she knew against them, she could, but Fallon had never been that girl, and since she hung out with them so much, they all had just as much on her, so it would have been a lose-lose situation.

Fallon always caught the flu. She wasn’t sick for long, but it never failed that she got sick every year. “I do blame the pandemics, don’t worry,” she said, smirking. Fallon nodded her head. “And like I said, men think girl talk is gibberish, so you would only be helping my case,” she said with a pleased smirk. She probably could have given a better example if she’d thought about it, but since she wasn’t really taking it seriously, and stupid example over something thought out and planned seemed easier. It didn’t matter now though. Fallon schooled her features to look shocked as she gasped and lifted a hand to cover her mouth. “How could I have suggested such a thing? Lie to Myles?! Where had my head gone?” She would bet money that Myles’ would have some odd explanation for it all. Fal knew Gabe had a bad leg, but like her with Felicity, he didn’t say much about it. She did know the few days following the drunken piggy backs of the two, he’s knee had been twice its size, at least!

Fallon rolled her eyes. “Yes, and I was sober then, wasn’t I?” she asked. She wasn’t usually one for making a show of herself, but at that point, she’d thought she was home alone. Or almost alone, she hadn’t realized that doing what she always did after a night of partying would be witnessed by anyone other than her uncle who just laughed at her and pushed a mug across the island. And it really hadn’t been her fault that she hadn’t believed them. With all the tales and outright lies the guys told. It was far easier to believe trick and Gabe were to very different people! She’d never felt so stupid in her entire life at that point. Fallon remembered telling the two men to just shut up about the whole thing and to pour her more coffee. “I’ve only ever met Gabe, so I wouldn’t know either then,” she said with a shrug. “Though, if you show up at my office or apartment covered in blood, we’ll find out what happened to you,” she promised, grinning. “Drink up, then, ‘cause I’m sure I can find more,” she teased. Fal rolled her eyes. “It’s the little things in life, Gabe, that make everything worth it,” she said, stirring the straw in her drink around.

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Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He rolled his eyes, unable to believe that Fallon was seriously this picky over what she wore on her feet. “They’re shoes! I’m sure most people don’t even look at whatever you’re wearing on your feet.”

[/color] He said, failing to fight off his laughter that spilt through his words. He would never understand why Fallon spent so much effort in her outfit. He didn’t really think that anyone in New York noticed so much; not with some of the characters that he saw strolling casually up the streets and around their campus. Gabe blended in with most crowds and rarely gave a thought to the physical appearance of those around him. He let out a loud laugh at the idea of a notebook filled with the scribbles of the secrets of Pi Kappa Phi shenanigans. It would certainly be the downfall to most of his Frat brothers who has several tales that they kept to themselves in order to preserve the reputation they had now in the workplace or with their families. It was almost as though it was a different time altogether for most of them, aside from Myles who at times still acted as though they were on that UCLA campus with not a care in the world. “Remind me to burn any notebook I ever find of yours.”[/color] Gabe was one of the better behaved men in that house, but even he had seen his share of shameful nights and moments that were better best forgotten.

It was good job that Gabe could avoid getting ill frequently. Myles was always coming down with something from work and he spent a lot of time around students who lived in NYU dorms; they were a breeding place for illnesses. If he was sick all the time he’d probably get none of his research done and Gabe freaked out when he was behind on his plans and it would probably be poor Fallon who had to hear all about it! “But to assume that you’d have to take it to the general public and unless you looked at a worldwide demographic you’d only be able to apply your theory to men in New York, and not all of the men in New York are from New York, so there would be no real premise to your argument.”[/color] It was obvious that he had spent far too much time reading books on research methods over his years in college, both undergrad and graduate school. Here they were, having a pretend argument and some fun and Gabe was applying tried and tested methods to it. Someone needed to find a magic way to force him into taking a vacation, but he’d never admit to needing or wanting one.
He shook his head and clicked his tongue loudly. “So long as you find it before you’re with Myles next. You know he gets paranoid when we keep things from him – or even when he thinks we’ve been doing something without him.”[/color] He was exaggerating a little, but if Myles wasn’t in on a joke he began to think it was about him and then he grew paranoid every time Gabe and Fallon would laugh. It had been the outcome of a few nights out already and Gabe often had to spend a hungover day trying to calm him down.

He shrugged, a small smirk hanging on his lips. “If you could call it that…the groaning and caveman like demands for coffee are not usually what I’d associate with a sober person.”[/color] He teased, remembering the morning well, though he doubted the aftermath taught Fallon to ease off the tequila much; he still saw her knocking back shots now. At least she knew his nicknames now, so that was one less thing to worry about. His eyebrows rose up under his floppy hair and he met Fallon’s stare with a mischievous twinkle in his own caramel eyes. “You are aware that you have just paved the way for the greatest Halloween prank ever, right?”[/color] If Gabe and Myles got their hands on some fake blood now, Fallon could bet that Gabe would be at her door drenched in the stuff and playing the role of the amnesia sufferer. “Little things are one thing, but being in awe of a drink every time? Fal, I think we need to find you a life, and stat.”[/color] He teased, keeping his expression serious, just for the effect.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 789!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon sighed. There was hardly a good way to explain to Gabe how shoes made a woman feel. Marilyn Monroe said it best. “Give a girl the right shoes, and she can conquer the world.” Fallon felt better in heels, like she really could conquer the world in them. It was just something that was a little hard to explain to someone when it was more feeling than words. “Read it first, would you? Some of those are poorly written scripts and ideas for scripts,” she said idly. Writing scenes, scripts, stories had always been a pastime of Fallon’s. She kept every single one of them; always looking back to see how she could improve, or use old ideas for new scripts. Some of them, she even gave to her students’ for assignment. They had to take the script, poorly written or otherwise, and bring it to life. But the secrets Fallon knew from college would never see the light of day by her lips. She valued the friendships she’d made too much to ruin them like that.

Fallon sighed, rolling her eyes as she waited for Gabe’s ramble to finish. He really needed to get out of the library. He spent far too much time in there, reading; it didn’t give Fal a fighting chance to win any argument. When he was finally finished his argument, Fallon patted his arm. “I adore you, Gabe. I really do but you really need to let it go sometimes. Deconstructing everything is going to lead to trouble one of these days,” she said, warning him as playfully as possible. “You need a vacation from that brain of yours,” she added, shaking her head, laughing. “I’m sure it’ll reappear eventually,” she said, shrugging. She’d learned her lesson with Paranoia Myles. Though it didn’t stop her from those rare giggle fits that meant absolutely nothing more than she was seriously over tired and if her head were to hit a pillow right then, she wouldn’t remember at damn thing. She’d done that before, hanging out and watching movies. One minute she was giggling at a murder scene in a movie, the next, she was up getting a drink and passing out in the Gabe’s room, leaving the poor guy to fend for himself.

Thoughtfully, Fallon tilted her head to the side. “I prefer calling it the zombie hour. And there was no groaning! Just some minor whining due to lighting,” she said mumbling the last few words. To be fair, no one liked the lighting in her kitchen until they’d had coffee; it was just worse when they were hung over or still drunk. There were plenty of times she’d heard the same complaints from Trevor the afternoon after a big party. Of course, the entire kitchen was basically glass. Two walls were floor to ceiling glass panels with a view of the ocean. It was the most hated room in the entire house after night's out, but it was Fal's favourite room any other time. She loved that veiw and it had given her so much inspiration during school. Whenever she had work to do, some class to study for, she made a beeline straight for the kitchen. She'd put some music on, turning it up to drown everything else out, grab some water from the fridge and a snack and got right down to work. Fallon’s bland look was never far when Gabe had that scheming look in his eyes. “I never said I’d be the only one helping you. The lovely men and women of the crime lab and police departments would be more than happy to help you figure out where you got the fake blood from,” she said, seeing through it all with the well-honed skills of knowing the two trouble makers for seven years. “Which one of us practically lives in the library, hmm? I’m not the one lacking a life, Darling.”

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Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

He pretended to make a note of her request and then nodded, his expression serious. “Got it, but if any of those scripts include Frat like antics, it goes in the fire.”

[/color] He joked, with a small smirk this time. To be honest, their Fraternity antics combined with some added drama that only came in the movies would probably make a pretty good summer blockbuster. It’d be like the American Pie movies but without Jim’s embarrassing dad and more of Stifler’s sense of humour. It would probably definitely see a surge of pledges during rush week, that was a given. It would just have to be careful so that none of the families of the actual brothers could identify their sons and realise exactly what college had been like for them. Obviously, there were stereotypes about Fraternities, but Gabe knew that some of the nights had gone far beyond the expected and if the guys were cringing the next morning and wishing to forget it all then who knows what it might do to their parents if they uncovered the truth!

His forehead creased as his eyebrows furrowed. How could it land him in trouble? He had done it most of his life and the only thing that had really been said to him was “Dude, let it go.” That usually came from Myles when he was deconstructing his failure of a night on the town which occasionally Gabe’s talkative nature got the blame for. Personally, Gabe didn’t see how it was his fault, but he had stopped demanding answers from Myles a long time ago. “A vacation? But why would I need to do that?”[/color] He asked, finally unable to come to a conclusion that made sense. He let out a sigh and pushed his hair back from his face again. His intelligence added to his ‘adorability factor’ apparently, but aside from being cute, it was of no use socially to him, according to Myles. “I don’t think I’d know what to do if I didn’t think so much about everything.”[/color] It wasn’t even as though he overthought situations, no, he just always had a tale or trivial fact to drop into the conversation about something. It wasn’t as though Fallon could even accuse him of being cautious or being a worrier, because it wasn’t like that at all. He just had an infinite thirst for knowledge and whenever something fascinated him he believed everyone else should know it too.

“Whining, right…”[/color] He teased, lifting his drink to his lips and pretending to go along with it. The state she had been in that morning could rival some of the Frat boys, but he understood that her kitchen probably wasn’t the best when the night before was taking its toll. He had been in awe of the view for a few moments visibly, but he still grew envious every time he was over there. It was an amazing view and he loved it, but UCLA and California were only ever a temporary part of his life and even in New York he missed waking up to the sound of his dad in the animal shelter or the view of the large fields that their home bordered. It was hard to believe that their address listed them as being in the city, yet they lived on a stretch of road where only people with lost or sick pets traversed along with a few of the farmers as they made the trips to and from Lincoln.
Gabe pulled a face and then leaned back in his seat. “You think you got it all worked out and know every last detail about what I might be plotting, but let me tell you that one of these days I’ll do something that’ll really surprise you.”[/color] He vowed, wagging his finger as though it would emphasise his point. Rolling his eyes, he shook his head at Fallon. “Not the same thing! My life is centred around completing this dissertation and getting that PhD. It makes sense that I should live in the library. You, practically falling in love with a drink every time you have it is worrisome.”[/color] He told her as if it was the biggest problem they had in their lives.
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 751!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon waved her hand, dismissing it. If there were any Frat like antics in those scripts, it was probably safer to burn them anyway. If her student’s got their hands on those particular scripts, she could see lawsuits and broken bones not far behind. And then she’d find herself lounging by the pool of her Uncle’s house, trying to figure out where she went from there. Of course, she didn’t think all of her students were that stupid, but there were a few that would try something senseless at every chance. Hell, they did it now, with any script they could get their hands on. Fal didn’t know how they were outside of class, but in it, she was worried. “We’ll go camping, make a weekend of it,” she said, smirking. She’d done a little camping when she was growing up, but certainly not enough to count towards any Girl Scout badges. Nearly her entire upbringing had been on sets. Since Trevor had basically raised her, she hadn’t gone to proper school until she was a junior in high school. He’d pack up Fallon, call her tutor and were sitting in the first class waiting area an hour later. Not many could claim as crazy an upbringing as Fallon. She’d seen plenty of the country before she was twelve.

Fallon’s brows drew together. Vacations for Gabe were not like vacations for Fallon. She went to California, stayed at her uncle’s place, throwing parties for the friends still living in LA, and occasionally hitting up the studios and the sets. She missed being on the sets on a nearly daily basis. Even when she’d had to work and be at school, she was on a set for at least an hour, at some point in the day. “I honestly don’t know,” she said, running her fingers through her hair. She smirked, “Oh, maybe relax? Enjoy the silence? Go surfing or something? There aren’t many places around here to surf. I’m sure Cali is missing you,” she said, teasing. She could have sworn she knew so many people who hit the beach on a near daily basis like they had through school and yet he was still so pale in comparison to her and everyone else.

“That’s my story and I’m sticking to it,” she said, nodding once. She still couldn’t remember much of that night, despite a dozen of the guys piecing it together for her. She remembered drinking at the Frat house waiting on them before hitting the clubs of LA. She hadn’t lived on campus then, like always- even if half her friends thought she lived at the Pi Kappa Phi Fraternity House, so she’d gotten ready at home before driving back to campus. She remembered the whistles, and playful jabs about cleaning up nice, but it was also about then that they’d started the shots and Fallon’s memory started to get as holey as Swiss cheese. “After everything we’ve done and been through, I’m not sure there’s a thing out there that you could do that would surprise me at this point,” she said honestly. Grinning, Fal stuck her tongue out at Gabe. “I wouldn’t say I’m falling in love with the drink. I’ve already fallen! I don’t deny it; I can’t when it’s usually you here with me. You still need to see the light of day, at least once a week,” she said, shaking her head. “And not on a day that starts with ‘S’. Those are drag out days anyway, so they don’t count!” She said wagging her finger like he did a moment before.

Tag|| Gabe
Words|| 600
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe had yet to start planning for the time when he would be a professor, but he had done a few guest talks for his mother’s cause and for his professor at the university who was supposed to be guiding him, but Gabe seldom needed to seek his advice. If Fallon’s tales were anything to predict the future by, he had quickly learnt never to share his own college adventures with those he would one day, hopefully, be passing wisdom onto. Maybe it was just his age catching up with him, but sometimes he was left stunned by the things college kids seemed to be able to get up to – and he had seen more than a lot during his time in the Pi Kappa Phi house! It really was remarkable how a group of young men could push and encourage each other into the craziest of situations and scenarios. Plus, they all had a hard time keeping their clothes on once the alcohol was flowing and Gabe had seen his fair share of that; he even had the photographs to prove it! “I think I have more experience camping than you do.”

[/color] He said, musing aloud, remembering the numerous occasions when he would go camping with his brothers or his friends back when they were all teenagers and back in Nebraska. “You’d have to trust me enough to put your life in my hands. Make sure I don’t get you ravaged by a bear.”[/color] He said casually, as though that was the most common thing to happen.

He hadn’t been back to California since he had finished grad school. It had only been the time that had kept him away and how busy life had been since then. Still, the idea of a vacation was not one that filled his mind often. Usually, when he did need a break it was a few days back at home, his mom reading over whatever he had been working on whilst he helped out his dad at the shelter or spent time reminiscing with his grandfather, playing the old tricks and magical illusions that he had taught him when Gabe was still a kid. Even then those times didn’t come often; he enjoyed his research so much that he hardly felt stressed out by it or allowed it to put him in the same sour mood that he saw so many of the NYU students in. “Maybe in the summer once my dissertation is complete.”[/color] He said, tilting his head thoughtfully. “I do miss surfing. It’s the only real thing that I wish I could do more.”[/color] It was also one of the only physical activities he did, so the lack of it here in New York was another reason why he so often walked everywhere, unless the weather was too abysmal.

“Well, I suppose you have to stick to something after that show.”[/color] He teased, his lips twitching upwards again. It really was a good thing that Fallon had known him and Myles for so long otherwise they could find themselves in all kinds of trouble with the Hollywood blonde. Still, it didn’t stop them from trying to trick her every now and then when the boyish mood struck them one bored weekend. “Oh, I’m sure there’re still a few tricks up my sleeve that could leave you slack jawed.”[/color] He said, thinking about what might shock Fallon enough to keep him laughing for a good few weeks. He was sure there would be something if he thought hard enough. “I feel sorry for the guy who tries to win your heart then. It won’t be easy for them to contend with a drink you’ve already fallen in love with.”[/color] He said, shaking his head as though he was telling the world’s greatest tragedy. “Have you been talking to Myles? Between the pair of you, you manage to make it sound as though I’m some unsociable, pale skinned hermit of a vampire who has been driven to madness by his books!”[/color] He said, rolling his eyes as he finished speaking
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TAGGED! Fallon
WORDS! 722!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

Fallon hadn’t needed to keep her mouth shut when she’d gotten the TA position at UCLA, her professor was well aware of her antics and familiarity with the Pi Kappa Phi Fraternity. But she had said her background outshined her party girl attitude and her work ethic was astounding for someone basically blackout drunk every weekend. She’d given Fallon a shot, and Fal was grateful for it. She couldn’t keep her party ways hidden from those at UCLA, but when she’d transferred to NYU, she kept it to herself, and only when Gabe was around did they have an inkling of what the California girl was like outside of work. “You really think so?” she asked, sarcastically. She was born and raised Hollywood; the camping she’d done was on movie sets growing up. More often than not, they stayed in rented houses or hotel rooms, but there were a few times that filming was so far into the woods or mountain tops that it was pointless to go back to civilization just to trek back up again. Brow raised, Fallon looked at Gabe with a dull expression. “Ravaged by a bear? Gabe your imagination could rival mine sometimes,” she said, shaking her head. “What exactly are the odds of a couple campers being attacked by bears?”

Fallon made sure she went back to California every year; sometimes for a week or two, sometimes a month. She had to take some work with her but for the most part she took the time to just relax, hit the beach and just pretend there wasn’t anything more pressing in her life than catching the next wave or hitting up Rodeo Drive for a new dress or handbag. “You can come visit me by the beach. And you’ve seen my library, plenty of space, books and sunshine,” she said, trying to sell him once again on the rarely used space. “You can absolutely finish of your dissertation there, and catch some waves whenever you want,” She said, knowing that was exactly what she did when she brought work with her. She worked when she wanted, surfed when she wanted. Of course, what she worked on was hardly as difficult as Gabe’s work and she could do most of it in her sleep.

“How about you go to California, get wasted and deal with that kitchen the morning after. Then you can sit there and tell me my whining was unnecessary, ‘kay?” she said trying to sound as sweet as she could but falling into sarcasm. He’d been as sober as a church mouse compared to Fallon that night. Fallon had been there time and again during the Frat boy’s tricks and pranks; sometimes helping him with them, and other times on the receiving end of them. She shrugged, “Give it your best shot,” she said, leaning back in her chair, knowing how much trouble could arise from those five words. She was in for a world of trouble with whatever prank it is the two men came up with. She sighed, nodding her head. “It really won’t be,” she said solemnly. “And if they manage to get past the drink, they’ll be driven away by Trevor,” she shuddered, thinking about the first time he’d met Brad. It had been a nightmare, but then Trevor had been joking. After Brad, Fal had a feeling her uncle wouldn’t be joking as much. And serious Trevor was kind of scary. “I don’t know if you ever met Serious Trevor, but the man can be scary as hell!” Fallon was thankful she didn’t have to see that side of her uncle very often. Fal smirked. “Myles and I keep in contact through that phone you’ve hijacked from me,” she said waving her hand in his general direction. “And you aren’t becoming a pale skinned hermit of a vampire; vampires have to get out to feed daily and you’ve always been pale. You’re just becoming a hermit,” she said, dryly.

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Words|| 662
Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

When Gabe was at UCLA his professors always seemed surprised if he showed up to class with a Pi Kappa Phi shirt on. Even students in his classes or who he met on campus took a while to believe that he was actually part of a Fraternity. The stereotype that seemed to surround that lifestyle did not extend to Gabe and a lot of people found it impossible to accept that a beta male like him might be accepted into a house like Pi Kappa Phi. Just because he wasn’t chugging beer 24/7 or doing that strange manly roar they all partook in at some point during every party that they went to, people didn’t think that it made sense for a bookworm know-it-all to spend most of his nights partying or trying to chat up sorority girls. Gabe did not have much luck in the latter area, but Myles still coerced him into it every weekend back then and he still hadn’t grown out of that when Gabe moved to New York. He wondered if Fallon had believed him at first when he met her and mentioned living in the Frat house. He’d never asked her it and since her boyfriend back then had been in one of their neighbouring Fraternities it wasn’t long before they had bumped into each other at one of the many parties that were held at the Pi Kappa Phi house. “I spend my time reading about myths and legends from a time when infidelity was all the rage and you had twenty kids with eight different women and had a couple of boyfriends on the side. No one really worked, aside to cause chaos and then the spent the rest of the time doing drugs, drinking and admiring themselves. My imagination is already pretty out there.”

[/color] He paused for a moment and then looked sighed. “It’s a shame Jersey Shore stole most of those ideas.”[/color] Myles often left the horrific show on during the day time when he was home; that alone was reason enough for Gabe to run to the library. “And you’d be surprised just how often campers are actually mauled by bears. I read an article the other week about two men who were killed when a black bear came into their tent during the night.”[/color] He said casually as though it happened every day.

The temptation to spend a few days back in California with Fallon the next time she was home was certainly enticing, but Gabe could always find a flaw in a plan. “I’d have to fill my car with so many books there’d be no room on top for the board.”[/color] He probably wasn’t joking either. If an assignment wanted ten references, Gabe was certainly to give closer to thirty, each from a different book. He liked providing arguments for his arguments and support for his theories was one of the things that Gabe spent more time perusing the pages for. “I don’t even know if I could still stand on my board.”[/color] He joked, realising just how long it had been since he had taken to the waves.

Chuckling softly, he looked up at Fallon with a knowing spark in his eyes. “My hangovers are nothing compared to yours and Myles. I don’t think I’ve seen a funnier scene than the pair of you dragging yourself to the kitchen island to get to the coffee pot.”[/color] He said, smirking across at his friend. It was rare that Gabe got so wasted that the hangover was murderous. Normally, he’d get drunk to the state where everything was funny, but he could still stagger home and find his way to the bed. It was safer and once a few pints of water were down him the next morning, he could usually work through the day without too much of a problem.
Gabe had shared several conversations with Fallon’s uncle, but he had never seen him ‘serious’ as Fallon put it. Normally they’d joke about something or tease Fallon for taking so long getting ready when in fact Gabe had just arrived early for whatever it was they had planned. “I don’t think I could picture Trevor as scary unless I experienced it myself. I’ve shared too many jokes with the man.”[/color] Gabe said, thinking about it for a moment, but coming up with nothing to fit that image. “Your phone is in another dimension, I haven’t hijacked it at all.”[/color] He said with a nonchalant shrug. “I might have a stash of blood. I might go state to state and drain people and no one links it because I’m clever enough to cover my path. I do it once a month and have a chilled selection to choose from when the thirst hits. And I’m not a hermit! I go out whenever you go out most of the time.”[/color] He said, shooting her a pointed look.
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LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

There weren’t many things Fallon would take back in her life. If she could turn back time, she would move in with Trevor sooner, and she wouldn’t have dated that idiot for so long in College. Though, to be fair, with all the time she’d spent at their rival Frat’s house, it was a wonder they had stayed together so long. Of course, at the time, Fallon hadn’t realized Brad’s little secret, and that she was just helping him to keep it. It wasn’t until later that she realized, he didn’t really care where she went or what she did. And that should have been something she noticed right away. Blinded by it all, she assumed she’d been. It was the only explanation. She’d been blinded by it all. And there was no one who’d seen any signs either, to explain it to her. She would also take back the giggle fit she’d gone through when she finally realized Gabe was a Pi Kappa Phi brother. He just didn’t fit the stereotype, so it had been a bit of a shock to see him at that first party they threw freshman year after the pledges became brothers. Fallon let out a small sound of disgust. She hated that reality show more than she hated handing out back grades. “That show ruined a lot of things,” she said as mildly as she could. She could tear the whole bear argument to shreds if she wanted to. And suddenly going camping seemed like an excellent idea, despite the idea of bears and other wild animals. “Well, I guess they should have zipped their tent shut, then, huh?” she asked, feeling pretty good about her slightly sarcastic remark. “Look, you can try and turn me off the idea of camping all you’d like; I think I’d still like to go proper camping.” Though she’d been, technically camping, there had been no food cooking over the open fire, no songs or stories meant to scare the living hell out of you. There had been caterers handy, a car with a satellite stereo system and scripts to read over for the next day.

Every chance she could take, Fal was on a flight back to LA, even if it was just for a quick weekend trip; it hadn’t happened often, but enough before her actual vacations during the summer months. She didn’t want to live in the Golden State full time anymore. There were too many memories she didn’t want to relive, but she was so close to her uncle that she couldn’t leave him completely behind. And since all of his work was based out of California, there wasn’t a chance he’d move to New York. Fallon was a big girl; she was capable for taking care of herself. Sometimes, though, she just needed to be back home. “Ship them over ahead of time along with the board then we can fly,” she said as if this was the simplest thing in the world; getting Gabe to take a mini vacation. “You know you want to, don’t deny it. And it’s like riding a bike, you just have to get back out there!” she said, clapping her hands together as if she’d done a good job, which with Gabe was probably far from the truth. But until he opened his mouth and disputed, she was going to enjoy the blissful moments of attempting to help him.

It wasn’t a lie. Gabe’s hang overs weren’t even in the same galaxy as hers and Myles’. The two dragged themselves down the hall or off the couch to the kitchen where the coffee pot was brewing and Gabe was leaning against a counter with a cup in hand laughing at them. It had happened too many times for Fallon not to admit she was jealous of it. “One of these days, the tables will turn and I’ll be the one amused by it all!” Fallon barely contained herself to put the glass down without slamming it, but she just shrugged instead of doing something ridiculously overdramatic. “You may not get Serious Trevor, he likes you already. Don’t piss him off or be there when he’s pissed off. Even I go hide,” she said, warning him. Though she didn’t think Gabe ever had to worry about meeting Serious Trevor. Fallon rolled her eyes, thinking her phone had better not be on vibrate or silent like it usually was. If he managed to lose it, there was no way she was going to find it again. “You had to hijack it to send it to the alternate dimension, didn’t you?” she asked, smiling innocently. She picked up her glass again before giving in to the sigh she’d been keeping on lockdown. “You keep a blood stash where? A storage unit out in Brooklyn? And you’re with us every weekend and in the library when you’re not. No time for you to be going state to state even if it is once a month!” she smirked, biting the end of her straw. “I win because you are a hermit and only going out with me or Myles when we need to go somewhere doesn’t count. At least two in five is to drag Myles out of a club somewhere on a night we ditched to watch movies!”

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[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe didn’t have many regrets; not the kind that played on his mind often. Sometimes he wished he hadn’t acted upon unrequited feelings or told some girl he liked her when she saw him just as the friend to go to when it all went to hell. The one thing that he didn’t like was that the accident when he was eighteen had left him with a crazy fear of driving, especially at night. He didn’t know why, exactly. Many people survived worse accidents and didn’t stress every time they were in a car and a truck looked too close at the lights. Gabe liked to tell people he just enjoyed walking places, saving his car just for the journeys that needed to be quick or the long haul trek back to Nebraska; he could fly it, but Gabe often had to take a lot of books with him or come back with more gifts and treats that his mom bestowed to the boys as though they were still in college and in need of emergency biscuits, or something. He nodded in agreement and pulled a face. “Like life.”

[/color] He remarked with a disheartened sigh. He didn’t understand why Myles watched it, but there was always some comment about ‘hot women’ but Gabe couldn’t see how a woman who resembled Cheetos could be attractive physically. “I’m not trying to put you off camping! You asked me about the odds and I gave you a truthful answer!”[/color] He smiled, chuckling behind those pearly whites. “Come to Nebraska with me and I’ll take you ‘proper camping’.”[/color] He promised, remembering some of the trails and sites he would go to with his dad and brothers when they had the time.

Gabe didn’t know if New York would be his home forever or if he’d find himself in another state, probably still roaming around a campus in some capacity. Originally, his plan had been to stay in Nebraska, but he kept seeing new, better opportunities everywhere his brown eyes landed, so he had given up making lifelong plans some time ago. He’d probably stick with New York for some time now since both Myles and Fallon were here to keep him happy and entertained when the books didn’t quite offer him the kind of company they did. “It would probably cost me more in shipment costs than it would to buy a plane ticket!”[/color] He said, laughing. A lot of the books he used were old and fragile; they’d have to be shipped in special packaging and there would be far too much paperwork to deal with. Still, he did like the idea of heading back out there and spending a few days living his old life. No doubt Fallon would laugh at his inability to catch any colour in the sun’s rays again. “And you say that now, but I hear the laughter when I fall off after about five seconds.”[/color] He had a feeling it would take a few attempts to remember the technique, but she was right; it would come back to him quick enough to spend at least one afternoon riding the waves.

He really did look forward to the day when he was more hungover than Fallon. He wasn’t tempted into shot competitions at the bar and he didn’t have random strangers buying him drinks as some sort of come on. He played this to his advantage most nights and he was rewarded when he could function the next day without resembling a zombie. “I think the day that happens may be the day that the world may implode on itself.”[/color] He said, smirking behind the glass as he took another sip from his drink, his eyes twinkling as he looked at Fallon over the beverage. “That might be because it’s near impossible to hate me. The only people who ever grab me and look like they want to kill me are those possessive alpha males who think I’m the guy their girlfriend is sleeping with on the side, just because I hugged her.”[/color] He said with a small smile, remembering the handful of times that had happened to him during high school and college. It really made no sense, especially if they knew Gabe at all. “I didn’t hijack it; I merely procured it when it was available to me…and then sent it to another dimension.”[/color] He said, grinning innocently at Fallon. When it came to magic he had the capability to act like a small child again. “You only think that. You forget I have a job sometimes, Fal.”[/color] He said with a crooked smirk, reminding her of the job he worked a few times during the week. “And, I do the shopping by myself and walk Mufasa every day too. There’s plenty of time for me to sneak to a blood storage container. Or, maybe I just drink from you a lot when we’re out and thus you think and appear drunker than you are. The hangover is a combination of dehydration and blood loss.”[/color] He said quite seriously, his lips never twitching once as he suggested the potential situation of mythical beings and their drinking preferences.
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OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

She had to agree about that particular show. It was terrible, and there was nothing good about it. The one time she watched it with Myles she couldn’t stop staring at that one guy’s hair. He reminded her of Jughead from the Archie comics. His hair was like the hat Jughead wore. She wanted to know how much product he went through in a week. She had a can of hairspray in her bathroom for over a month now that still had plenty of hold left in it. And she really wanted to see what it looked like right after a good washing, because with all the crap tossed in his hair, there would definitely be a rinse and repeat cycle; a few of them. For the life of her though, she couldn’t quite figure out what Myles saw in the show besides bad decisions and even worse ones. She nodded, “Alright, I asked, you answered.” Fallon grinned, “Taking me home to meet the parents, Gabe. I didn’t realize it was that serious,” she said teasing him. “Even if I have to deal with the horrors of the wilderness in the process,” she added, shuddering as if the very thought disturbed her more than anything else. He didn’t talk much about his family back home, other than the few tales of his brothers, there wasn’t much Fallon knew. Of course, she was the same way. Everyone knew about Trevor, they were too close for Fallon not to talk about her Uncle and their adventures. But her mother and her father were different tales. Though when people saw the tattoo on her back, it raised questions she felt she needed to answer; no matter how much she hated seeing the pity in their eyes. She had lost her father, sure, but that had happened before she had even been born. She had a father, in Trevor.

Fallon liked the pace of New York City. It wasn’t like LA and yet it was. She thought about the sun and the beach daily, but she couldn’t picture herself outside the concrete jungle; at least not right now. She enjoyed teaching at NYU and wanted to stay there for the next few years. Maybe after she felt like she’d done all she could, she’d see about switching to another school. But for now, her life was in New York City; her closest friends were there, too. And she couldn’t leave them to their own devices. The trouble the two Frat boys could get into without her was something she didn’t honestly want to think about. She waved her hand, dismissing the thought. “Frequent flyer miles suggest otherwise, and failing that, if it means I get you in California for at least an entire week, I’ll pay for shipping costs! You need to hit a beach!” she offered, even knowing Gabe could be as set in his stubborn ways as her. But she managed to move across the country and not have to pay the ridiculous amounts expected for shipping her things ahead of her. With her uncle’s company shipping all sorts of things all over the place, they got a decent discount. “How could you hear something I haven’t done? There has been no laughing!” minus the first time she’d ever seen him on a board but she chose to forget that small detail. She’d lost count how many times he’d fallen off the waxed board and went head first into the ocean’s waves.

Fallon couldn’t hold back the laughter at the thought of Gabe being the wasted one and Fallon being the responsible one, or worse, Myles! “I wouldn’t go that far. It wouldn’t implode,” she said, still she came up short trying to think of something that really could happen if the roles were reversed. Fal had to roll her eyes. She’d been there when some idiot started in on Gabe. Anyone who knew the guy knew he wasn’t the type to be all over some girl with a boyfriend. “Maybe you should stop hugging girls with boyfriends. It seems like less trouble than getting threatened every time you hug some girl,” she said brushing her bangs from her face. “No matter how you word it, Gabe, you stole my phone!” She argued through a smile. The smile fell though as she sighed running her fingers through her blonde locks. “Telling a bunch of older people about their childhood isn’t a job, it’s an amusing hobby,” she said, teasingly. She sometimes envied Gabe his work schedule. He didn’t work nearly five days a week until well after dark; not yet. And when that time came, Fallon knew she’d be sitting back at her desk with her feet up, arms crossed and head back laughing uproariously. The Hollywood blonde didn’t know when that day would come, but she absolutely wanted to be there for it. “Oh! Next time you should take a bite out of someone else! I’d like to remember at least one night, thanks!” she said sarcastically.

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Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Gabe didn’t watch television all that much and when he did it was mainly documentaries or old TV shows that he managed to find from his childhood. He didn’t even spend that much time on the internet either, unless he was doing research. His Facebook page only existed because Myles had set it up so the brothers could keep in touch with each other after graduation and he only checked that when Myles told him about someone or some event. He was more like the kind of guy who would rather read a good book or watch an old movie when he wasn’t working at the college or at the museum. Despite the popular belief of his two closest friends, Gabe also spent time at the park, but that was mainly on the walk to and from the campus, so it wasn’t like Myles or Fallon were with him at those points of the day. He enjoyed his alone time when he could think things over, but he wasn’t as much of a loner or a hermit as Fallon liked to joke that he was. He smirked softly and flicked his brown eyes up to look at her, shaking his head at her joke. “I’m surprised you haven’t met them sooner, to be honest.”

[/color] Myles had met them once before when he had gone to Nebraska with Gabe to help him get the last of his things, but no one else from UCLA had met them. He wasn’t a private person per say, but he didn’t feel the need to talk about his life either. If someone asked him a question he would answer it, but he wasn’t the guy who would willingly discuss every aspect of his life. He couldn’t recall even telling Fallon that his mom was a paraplegic from the same accident that had busted his knee and left the large, jagged scar there. “You’ll have to bring decent shoes though. None of those break neck heels of yours.”[/color] He said, waving his hand towards her feet.

He had lived his life in three very different places and he was only twenty five. He had swapped the fields of Nebraska for the sun and sand of LA and then exchanged that for the skyscrapers and neon lights of New York. He didn’t have a favourite out of the three. There were bits he loved about each place and bits that he hated, but all three of them held great memories for him and represented different areas of his life. Rolling his eyes, he looked at Fallon with an expression of disbelief. “Seriously? Why don’t you just drug me and throw me in the trunk of a car?”[/color] He said, amused by how determined she seemed to get him back to the beach and the burning sun. “Is this your way of hinting that I need a tan? Because if it is, it’s probably a lot cheaper and easier to strip me down and lather me in that fake tan crap, so many women live by.”[/color] He also didn’t believe that she had never laughed on the many times he had fallen off his surfboard. Sure, he had the hang of it and could pass for somewhat of an expert by the time he left California, but he had still seen his fair share of falls into the water and the blinking confusion as he tried to get his bearings once he resurfaced from under the waves.

He pushed his hair back from his eyes and grinned, looking across the table at Fallon as he raised an eyebrow. “Let’s hope the day never comes when we have to test that theory then.”[/color] He said, chuckling more to himself than at the conversation they were having. It was typical banter for the two of them, but for anyone passing the table they would probably wonder what on earth was wrong with them both. His eyebrows furrowed and he shook his head at Fallon’s suggestion. “That’s not very nice and I’d have to keep tabs on their love lives at all times. Besides, I hug everyone; you know that. I’m like a teddy bear, but without any of the stuffing.”[/color] He hugged everyone, especially when he was drinking, but that was usually as far as it got. There were some drunken photos lurking about the apartment from the Fraternity days that would probably pose many more questions that no one had answers for, but Gabe, throughout it all, was the guy who gave out hugs like candy on Halloween.
He scowled at her and shook his head, feigning disappointment. “You really need to go on one of my tours. It might also shock you to know that no living person today was alive back in the eighth century BC, which is roughly as far back as I go with my own knowledge. Then we jump to the whole 3.2 million years stuff.”[/color] He spent most of his time working in The Hall of Human Origins, but for the more avid historian, he would bestow his own knowledge of the classics into his tours too, just for a little bit more of a spark. Some people liked to hear an associated legend or myth behind some tales, just to give a bit more romance to the facts. He shook his head as he sipped his drink, a strange gargling ‘nu-uh’ sound escaping his throat. “Trust me, you don’t want to remember those nights. The tales I could tell you would make it impossible for you to look at me or Myles in the same way again.”[/color] He teased before grinning at her, that mischievous twinkle appearing in his coffee eyes. “Besides, you taste so good.”[/color] He leaned over the table and snapped his jaws at her, grinning as he leaned back in his seat before they caused too much of a scene.
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LYRICS! Sixteen, Maybe Less - - - Iron and Wine
NOTES! <3

[Fallon Alexandra Flynn]

When Fal found out Gabe was moving to New York with Myles, she had been so excited to see him. She thought he’d be staying at home for a while in Nebraska and had planned on visiting him, but then he told her he was moving and that just never happened. And then her uncle was producing a movie in New York, so when she wasn’t on campus or passed out cold in her apartment, she was on set, helping out because she knew the ins and outs. The plus side to running around city like a chicken with its head cut off, doing this and doing that was that her students were able to spend an hour on set and see what really went on behind the scenes of their favourite films. Fal shrugged, feeling bad about being unable to help Gabe move the rest of his things. “Blame Trevor, he had that movie here when you and Myles went back to get the rest of your stuff,” she said with a small smile. She honestly wished her uncle would hire a new on-set assistant, but whenever he got the chance, he stole Fal away to put her to work. “Contrary to popular belief, I do own flat shoes. Even a pair of hiking boots!” she said, grinning. “I’m from California not Florida,” she added, mildly, as if the difference between the two states was obvious. Hiking was something she did with her friends in high school. And even in College, and when she went back to LA, she always found herself in Griffith Park. It seemed like every time she just needed to think about anything at all, she could be found at Griffith Park, up on the trails. In New York, it was Central Park. Though most of the time she wore trainers to that park, the state parks she wore the hiking boots.

“You’re too heavy. I can’t lift you into my trunk myself,” she said shaking her head disappointed in that. Fallon made a face before pretending to gag. She raised her hand, waving. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just threw up in my mouth a little bit,” she said, sarcastically, a shudder passing down her back. She hated those fake tans. When she saw her students orange like that, she wanted to knock some sense into them, tell them to hit a beach over a tanning salon. “Do I look like I even own that garbage? I don’t even know where you would find that stuff. Dude, just hit the beach, or a roof!” She said, shuddering again. “And it wasn’t a hint, though we all know it won’t ever happen,” she added, looking up at the sky as if she were praying he’d develop some sense. Like when he finally figured out how to stand on the surfboard without taking a swim thirty seconds later. Fallon had her fair share of falls, but she had been 6 when she started. And the last time she fell, it had been unavoidable. She wasn’t about to give up teaching to surf full time, but she enjoyed the sport.

“If anything, there would probably be some minor earthquake or freak weather,” she said with a thoughtful expression, continuing as if Gabe hadn’t just spoken. Fallon was surprised a passerby hadn’t stopped them to ask which hospital they escaped from. It was all in fun, though Fallon wouldn’t probably give them some fake name to continue on with the lunacy. Sighing, the blonde professor rolled her head from side to side before straightening up and glancing over at Gabe again. “You wouldn’t have to keep track, you’d just have to remember to ask them if they’re seeing anyone,” she suggested. “Someone big, bulky and kind of scary looking, basically the opposite of you!” she said teasingly as she snapped her fingers and pointed at him across the table; though it was the truth. Fallon mimicked his sigh and head shake. “You, Sir, need to learn to let me have a joke every now and again,” she said smirking behind her glass. She’d never been to the museum, even though Gabe told to go about a hundred times already. And she was interested in it, how could she not with the likes of Jurassic Park in the world, but she just couldn’t seem to bring herself to going down to the museum to see all the exhibits and pieces when she heard it all at one point or another in conversation with Gabe. Fallon quirked her brow, “It’s already difficult looking at you with what I know,” she replied sounding bored. A wicked grin spread across Fallon’s face as she lifted her glass to her lips. “It’s all the tequila,” she said, before taking a sip of the fizzy juice.

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Clothes|| Those were the days
Music|| Growing Up by The Maine
Notes|| o.O <3 <3 <3

[Gabriel Pearce Fitzpatrick]

Moving to New York was probably one of the most spontaneous things Gabe had ever done in his life. It had pretty much been an average conversation with Myles during which his friend had mentioned the spare room in the apartment and the potential New York had. It was literally the next time that Gabe’s parents were around that he had announced the next big move in his life and they were just as confused as when he had joined Pi Kappa Phi. They were never against either idea, but they always thought that they knew what Gabe would do next and twice in his young life he had gone and surprised them like that. He waved Fallon’s comment off and shook his head. “Believe me, there was hardly any room left in the car by the time we had loaded it up. Myles was wedged in the front with his knees almost touching his chest!”

[/color] Gabe told her, as he had told her several times before when he had first completed the move and was unpacking in the apartment that Myles had kept referring to as “The Ultimate Bachelor Pad”. Luckily, that title had died away once Gabe refused to let him put in a neon light setting and had used the space on the wall for shelves, so that not all of his books were piled up precariously.
He raised his eyebrows and looked at her sceptically. “The only flat shoes I’ve ever seen you in are booties and they are not practical. Where exactly are you hiding the rest, Thumbelina?”[/color] He smirked, knowing that one of the many reasons Fallon wore those ridiculous heels were to boost her height a bit more; probably to avoid that nickname or anything worse!

He looked at her in shock. “Too heavy?! How is that possible?! You’re tiny, but you’re not a weakling!”[/color] He was always the brother who was randomly picked up and thrown somewhere when the Pi Kappa Phi’s had had one too many drinks. He had been lanky his whole life and was convinced that he was physically incapable of gaining any muscle. Narrowing his eyes at her little joke, he shook his head, hair falling into his eyes again. “Oh please, I’m not that repulsive.”[/color] He said, rolling his eyes. “Besides, you’ve seen me in just swimming trunks, like a million times already.”[/color] He may not have been the first guy to rip his shirt off in the summer, but he wasn’t totally embarrassed either. He just wasn’t the guy to flaunt his physique…not that he had anything to flaunt other than ‘skinny’ and ‘pale’. He held his hands up in a calming gesture and then shrugged. “I make no attempt to understand what women buy ‘just in case’ something happens. I don’t even want to think about what might be lurking at the back of your bathroom cabinet.”[/color] He said, mirroring the shudder she had faked a moment before. Chuckling softly, he shook his head. “If it was ever gonna happen, it would have been back in college when we spent most of our awake moments on the beach or in the waves.”[/color] He said, forever amused by how distressed it made Fallon and Myles that he didn’t tan as quickly or as obviously as the rest of the people they knew.

He pursed his lips, that crease appearing in his forehead as his thoughts took over again and he quickly verbalised them, his lips moving faster than a normal conversation went. “What would constitute as freak weather though? We have it quite a lot, really, if you think about it. How would we know the difference?”[/color] He pondered, not really noticing if Fallon was paying attention to his words or not. Sometimes, Gabe seemed to speak for the sake of being able to, rather than for anyone to listen or respond to him. He shook his head, instantly noticing the flaw in Fallon’s plan. “But then it might seem like I’m coming onto them. I don’t usually do that. It’s usually me blurting out that I like them a few weeks later once I’ve helped them sort through their emotional baggage.”[/color] He said, knowing that he fell far too easily for some women. He wasn’t worried about admitting it either, at least not to Fallon and Myles. He was too close to them for them not to notice when the malaise of rejection washed over him. “And, just because I am pretty much the walking poster for beta males, it doesn’t mean that I can’t be scary if I wanted to be. I just don’t see the point in being outwardly aggressive and dominant when I know that on an intellectual level I could probably bury them under six feet of knowledge.”[/color] He ended with a casual shrug and sipped from his drink again, smiling across at Fallon. “But, if I let you get away with it once then I’ll have to do it again and we can’t have you acting too big for your boots.”[/color] He said in a sweet tone as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. “Yeah, right, you can’t take your eyes off me. I’ve seen you, you know.”[/color] He joked, knowing it was so far from the truth, but harmless comments never caused any trouble and at least now he was in no danger of some big guy coming and trying to rip his head off. Still, he was surprised Brad had never done something of that nature when they were all in college and Gabe started spending time with Fallon. He pulled a face and shook his head. “Tequila tastes like battery acid.”[/color] He said, sticking his tongue out in disgust. He had never been a fan of the drink and had no idea how Fallon could knock it back like she did. “It must just be your natural flavouring.”[/color] He said, before bursting into laughter at how weird and oddly inappropriate that sounded, despite the bizarre nature of their discussion in the first place!
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WORDS! 1,059!
OUTFIT! Mismatched Mess
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