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[evolutionaryimperative]

Gabriel hadn't asked Elle whether it was okay if he showed up at the club again or not. He didn't ask because he knew the answer was no. But he didn't care. If other men were going to oogle what belonged to him, he was at least going to sit there and watch and make sure that nobody tried anything.

He had tried staying away for the first couple of days after spending the whole day at her apartment, but it hadn't went well. He usually ended up at another strip club, with another blonde, and it at all went to hell from there. Two more had been reported missing in the last week because of him. He was making patterns which was never a good thing. He didn't want to get caught, after all. He had been doing this for too long to start getting sloppy now.

So instead he was back to Elle's strip club for the night, sitting in the back like he used to always do. He was nursing his second glass of scotch and carefully watching the surroundings for any funny business. No one had taken Elle into any of the private rooms for the evening yet, there was at least that to be glad about.

He was wearing one of his normal after work outfits of black pants and a dark blue button down shirt, complete with his his leather jacket. Nothing special. Nothing that would grab anyone's attention.

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[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

That was good enough. She didn't like talking about her past either, and the mention of New York made her a little nauseous. She found herself clinging to him a little tighter without planning to, her lingering smile pulled down by a slight frown.

"I lived in Manhattan," she murmured. And even though it stirred up memories she couldn't think about, the thought that they'd been close--somehow, someway--their entire lives made her feel okay. Balanced enough to ignore the darkness at the edges of her consciousness, as if he were that link to reality.

"Will you be here when I wake up?" she whispered, changing the subject.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

He shook his head lightly. He's like to stay here and have breakfast and play house with her like he did before, but he couldn't. He couldn't afford to. "No, probably not."

He hesitated for a moment before adding. "But if you want, I can leave you the address to my shop. You could meet me for lunch."

[electrocutesy.livejournal.com]

She was murmuring a soft "okay" before she could even think it over--because she wanted to see him, and that was simple at the moment, when she was half-asleep, drifting deeper every second.

[specialmonster.livejournal.com]

"Alright," He whispered softly, nestling against her and closing his eyes. He could at least sleep with her for a little while before getting up to go to work.