"He's so fucking brilliant, Christian." She remarked as Christian sat beside her. "So brilliant." Gabrielle folded the comic shut and tossed iot on the table, pushing her hair out of her eyes. Half of it was dry and all of it formed a giant mass of brown, obstructing much of her face, save for the golden eyes, peeking out from between strands.

"Why is your hair still wet?" She almost laughed at his question, thinking he might be joking, but he wasn't.

"I had a shower a few minutes ago…" She spoke aloud, adding silently With Kael and smiling to herself.

"But you always dry it…"

"Kael was…umm, he needed the bathroom, and - " Christian cut her off by nodding and she was thankful he didn't care for the truth in this instance.

"Gabrielle, wanna go out tonight?"

"I was going out with - " She looked down and bit her lip. Christian didn't like Kael, and he certainly didn't want to hear it, she knew, and made her decision craftily. "At about 11, okay? I've got things to do. But I will go out with you."

"I was just asking, cause its been a week since we’ve been together, and I figured, you know…" He said softly, drawing closer and resting an arm around her shoulder, trailing off as his lips met hers in a hungry kiss, somewhat stunning her. After a few moments, Christians hands began to roam under her shirt and Gabrielle pushed him back.

"Christian, I'm not in the mood right now…" She finished as Kael, shirtless and running a towel over his wet hair, walked into the room, ignoring the dirty look from Christian, and stretched out on the loveseat, clicking on the television. It wasn't until Christian cleared his throat that Kael glanced over at the two on the couch.

"What, am I interrupting you two again?" Christian started to say something in response, but was cut off by Gabrielle.

"No!" She spoke too quickly and eagerly. "We were just talking about tonight…"

"Oh." Kael said simply. "But we're going out, Gabby."

"No, I'm going out with Christian." She told him, loudly. "Kael, come upstairs and…and help me find something to wear. I'm going out to the club with Christian…" She reiterated her point, kissing Christian swiftly on the cheek, then rising and walking to the doorway, waiting for Kael. He flashed a grin at Christian before taking Gabrielle's hand and following her upstairs.

"You're going out with Christian?" Kael asked, pouting at Gabrielle as she riffled through the closet. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Kael, I've gone out with you every night this week. Remember how I left Christian last week? I think he deserves an outing with me for tonight."

"Maybe, but where does that leave me?" Kael asked with desperation, moving up behind her.

"I don't know, go somewhere by yourself." Gabrielle retorted, trying to push him off as he wrapped his arms around her waist, kissing her shoulder.

"But I'll be alone. All alone. You've still got an hour…c'mon Gabby, just come to the bar with me…then come right back and go out with Christian…" She sighed and weighed her options, then leaned back into Kael's embrace.

"Alright, but only for a bit." He spun her around, grinning.

"Can I pick your clothes?" She rolled her eyes.

"So I can look like a bargain basement slut? Well, sure!" she said, sarcastically. He just pushed past her and began looking for the smallest, darkest things in her wardrobe.

Four hours at the bar had passed and Gabrielle raced her bike back home. She had forgot about Christian. Kael, damn his gorgeous hide, hadn’t bothered to remind her. She hoped Christian hadn't left. There was a light on in the house, in the living room, and she concluded it had to be him. Breathlessly bolting through the door, she ran into the living room and saw only Edge on the couch.

"He's already gone Gabrielle. Two hours ago. He got tired of waiting." She sighed and walking into the room, falling down beside him.

"Damn. Well, what am I supposed to do now?" She turned to look at him. "You going out?"

"Nope. Hadn't planned on it."

"Fuck this then, I'm going to bed. Nite Edge." Gabrielle walked out of the room, dimly aware of Edge asking if he could some, at some cheap attempt to cheer her up, which didn't work. The second her head hit the pillow, she heard the door open, and shut, followed by the roar of a motorcycle engine barrelling out of the driveway.

"Damn him" she swore. Edge had gone out, and left. She was alone.