#kingxofthexdamned

[Text: King of Rotten] WHY DIDNT YOU SAY HE WAS A WEREWOLF???!?!!?

"I'm starting an idiot jar." Gabriel snapped his fingers and made a jar appear on the table. "Any time you do or say anything idiotic, you have to put at least a dollar in it—more depending on how stupid the thing that you said or did was."

“Wait, what were we talking about?” she exclaimed scratching the back of her head carefully with the tips of her fingers as she smiled sweetly at the figure in front of her. She had been paying attention but for the last couple of minutes, completely blanked out. Whether that was her fast running thoughts or just because she was having a cliche ‘blonde moment’ despite her hair color she just had to ask again.

@kingxofthexdamned {{ had to make a whole new post, hope this is okay }} Gabriel had never wanted this life. He had dreamed of creating music, maybe running a candy shop... something that would have him returning home tired, but with a smile on his face. But when Chuck Shurley ran off, leaving his four sons to fend for themselves... they all had to sacrifice something. Michael had to drop out of college, take over their father's now floundering company, because even though he could have just continued on his own path, he felt a sense of duty to his absent father, and to his brothers. Nick had given up high school altogether, faking an ID to get a job at a tattoo parlor to help Michael support Raphael and Gabriel through school. Raph gave up his relationship with a girl to focus on getting into college, and Gabriel... Michael had come to him one night, a few weeks before he graduated, sat him down and asked him to work for his company. They needed people, but Michael couldn't trust anyone, and since Nick and Raph both refused... for years, Michael had supported him, paid for school things, choir robes, a new trumpet when his got smashed... hell, he'd even gotten him a car! So how could he turn him down now, when he finally had a chance to pay him back? So after years of moving around, bitching at each other and going home miserable... Gabriel had found somewhere he could flourish; sales and marketing. He had quickly shot up the ranks and was soon head of the department. It suited him well, because he could work from behind the scenes, help approve plans and develop strategies, he rarely had to leave the office... But today was an exception, today the company was trying to get an investor for a huge project, one that would move them up to the major leagues if successful. The only problem? The guy they'd sent to negotiate was /ruthless/ and would try to take as much control as possible, and as a family company, that was something they couldn't afford. So they sent their best; Gabriel Shurley himself. However, fates seemed to be working against him today. First, he'd woken up late. Then, he'd accidentally parked in a red zone. Yeah, it was probably something he could have avoided if he'd paid more attention, but the snow was so thick he hadn't even noticed. As such, his car had gotten towed. After dealing with all that, he realized he was going to be late. And so, here he was; snow beginning to melt in his hair, cheeks and nose tinted red, golden eyes glowing as he stepped in, pulling his gloves off his hands. He glances up and saw his target; the infamous Crowley. He stepped closer, holding his hand out. "Mr. Macleod, right? Or should I call you Crowley?" He flashed him his best charming grin. "Gabriel Shurley, co-owner and head of marketing and sales with Heaven's Gate Publishing," he greeted, his tone light and friendly. "Thank you for coming out, weather's crazy tonight!" Rule number one; never apologize to a shark. They will eat you alive. "Shall we get our table?" He offered, flagging the staff down. "Reservation for Gabriel Shurley?" He knew he'd managed to get the best seats; good lighting, private, curtained off. He hoped the man would appreciate the effort it took to secure such seats in this place.

Following:  sorry no | yes | following this bae forever

Frank let out a small anguished cry, dropping to the ground outside the hospital. “Help me,” he pleaded into the universe. “Please help me. I can’t do this without him, I can’t be alone! I need a miracle, anything!” @kingxofthexdamned

 “ -- I’m fine; leave me be. Just got a headache... S’fine..”