"Of course I do…we never did finish watching it."

"There's lots we didn't finish." Gabrielle pointed out. A grin grew on his face.

"Think we should rent it again?" Gabrielle bit her lip in thought.

"Yea, we should. Why not?" she finished, tossing back the last bit of her coffee and rising to get another, seeing Christian standing in the doorway.

"Am I allowed to watch too?" He asked, speculatively. Edge glanced over at Gabrielle. She smiled and nodded.

"Well, as long as you don't mind the possibility of us leaving half way through…" Christian shook his head.

"The last week, Gabrielle, I've learned to tune you two out."

"Are we that bad?"" She asked innocently. He smirked.

"In one week, you've made up for twenty years. Not that there's a thing wrong with that, but - "

"But I think Christian wants some too." Edge said with a purely evil grin. Christian raised his eyebrows.

"Hardly, Edge. I can just go out on Bourbon and find someone else who wants me…" He crossed his arms and leaned against the counter. Gabrielle sighed.

"Christian, its not that I don't want you…" Edge raised a hand to silence her.

"She just wants me more." He said with a shrug. "That's all." Gabrielle shot him an annoyed glance.

"Shut up Edge. Christian, remember all the shit that happened last time?"

"Yea, but its diff - " She shook her head as Christian stopped speaking.

"You know it won't be. Don't even try."

"I know Gabrielle, but can't we just have meaningless sex?" Gabrielle regarded him with open shock.

"Christian, are you - " Edge lowered his head as Gabrielle turned to him, his hair falling over his face to conceal a grin.

"I'm perfectly serious. I mean, we're both consenting adults, and Edge could probably care less, as long as he gets to screw you whenever he pleases, so…" Her mouth gaping open, Gabrielle thought about what had been said. Edge whenever she wanted and Christian, no strings attached. It was worth considering.

"Edge?" She asked, pleadingly, wishing he would say something to sway her decision. He just raised his hands, an amused look on his face.

"Hey, don't look at me. Christian explained it perfectly. He's an evil little man." She sighed hopelessly.

"Well…..Christian, I think we need to talk. Edge, we're going out." Gabrielle said, dragging Christian out the front door.

"This table." Christian said simply, sitting across from her. They were in the Café Du Monde at their table outside in the false light of a street lamp.

"Yea…" Gabrielle said, smiling. "We had some of our most important, philosophical conversations here. And…" She stopped, lost in a memory.

"And?" He urged her to continue.

"You remember that one night in the alley across from here?" Christian smiled.

"How could I forget that." His gaze wondered over to the alley. He hadn't fed for two weeks. He did it only out of need, and that was becoming more frequent. But he knew Gabrielle almost never fed anymore. She saw the hunger in his eyes and felt her own.

"You can't repeat the past…" Christian contemplated out loud, knowing what she would say.

"Repeat the past? Of course you can." He chuckled.

"You still quote Fitzgerald as well as ever."

"Its not true anyway. We can't repeat it, but we can make it better."

"So you're saying…"

"I agree with a aforementioned proposition." Gabrielle said, formally, with a nod and a grin, running her tongue over her lips. "Hungry?"