#* gabriel

This person has somekind of different aura than the other ‘humans’ she sees. Nezuko is not sure what it is, but she wanted to find out for sure. Is he even human? But for sure, he wasn’t a demon nor a threat. 

For once, Brielle was early. Outrageously so. Whether that was because she needed to get out of the enclosed spaces of her home and the studio or because she actually wanted to see Gabriel, she wasn't quite sure yet. Either option didn't feel completely out of the realms of possibility. After everything had come to a head with Charlie, she felt a little more sure about how things went down with Gabe before he left town. Certain insecurities made more sense, even if the origin story of them was now an absolute falsity in and of itself. She'd already kicked off her boots in search of the sand beneath her feet when the shadow from behind stole away the sun. Looking back over her shoulder, she squinted against the brightness that whittled away at the figure before he came into focus. "I actually didn't think you'd show." Which, felt ironic, considering she was the one with the history of ghosting.

Patience had never really been her forte - not that it showed. The inside of Brielle's cheek more often than not, wore the scars of her inability to wait. That was perhaps why, when another stepped right in front of her as she waiting by the bar to order, the small brunette balked - and loudly. "Do you mind? The rest of us are doing hard time waiting," Her hand reached out to the shoulder before her as she stepped in to the small space between him and the bar, only noting far too late that she'd trapped herself between a metaphorical rock and a hard place. Gabriel. Words died on her tongue rather quickly and despite the bartender asking her what she wanted to order - Brielle heard none of it. Shit - fuck. It curled heat and illness in the pit of her stomach all at once, "Actually -- you know what. I think.. Sobriety has never looked so good. You uh..--- you order."