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The Slobdays - Gabriel
Gabriel is bribed into delivering beer to Kane
How did you order beer from the kitchen without moving? Kane pondered this, digging out his phone and wonder who he could text with a bribe to refill his cooler. Angel? No, she'd worry at him. Rogue? No, she'd been even worse. Logan... wouldn't have his phone. He swiped through the mansion directory until he found Gabriel's name. He had gotten busted swiping purses, right? That meant he was one of the four people in the mansion who apparently wasn't independently wealthy.
'GABE - $100 TO DELIVER A 24 OF MOOSEHEAD FROM THE KITCHEN TO THE SMALL REC ROOM IN THE WEST WING'
A minute or two later, Gabriel appeared in front of him, a box of beer in his hands. Kane had been right in his calculations - $100 might have been a paltry sum for most of the mansion's inhabitants, but getting a C-note for carrying a box was good money for a bartender. Especially when he could accomplish it in half the time of normal folks.
"You know, not for nothing," he glanced at Kane, giving him the once-over before eyeing the empty cooler, "but this is sad." Gabriel brought the box to Kane, setting it down on the table in front of him. "I could have negotiated a tip for speedy delivery."
"It's all about the beer. Do you want one?" Kane said, as he transferred it to his cooler.
"Oh, uh..." Gabriel pulled his phone out of his pocket to glance at the time. "Yeah. Sure." He flopped down into a chair next to Kane, watching him shove beers into the cooler. "Any reason for the day drinking? Queen's birthday or maple syrup day or something?"
"Maple Syrup Day is in March." He passed one over to him. "No, I'm- I was suspended from the Bureau a few weeks ago and it's finally starting to hit me. I get up in the morning and... I have nothing to do except what I want. When Adrienne's here, I can fuss about her but she's on a business trip and, well, I guess it's starting to sink in. It's been fifteen years since I didn't have something that I needed to wake up for specifically. So, I'm kind of feeling stuck in the opposite direction."
"Huh." Gabriel raised the beer to Kane before opening it and taking a sip. "Not that this isn't... you know," He waved a hand, encircling Kane's disheveled, couch potato form before closing it to bring the thought to a stop, "charming. But you're totally thinking about this the wrong way."
"I'm wearing a robe at 4 in the afternoon. It's clear that I'm not thinking at all."
"Well, okay, yeah," Gabriel nodded. "I was gonna let the whole... sad normcore dad thing go. Figure your hot girlfriend can deal with that when she gets back." He kicked his flip-flops off and brought his feet onto the chair. "Just saying, with someone like you who hustles all the time, sometimes it's good to be a layabout."
"I think the evidence is clearly against you." Kane said, slumped back against the couch. "It's not just the inactivity. If the Bureau has to let me go, I'm gone from the mansion as well."
"Oh." Gabriel frowned. That was kind of a bummer, and he wasn't totally sure how to respond. It's not like he was really in any position to lecture anyone on self-pity. "Better give me that Benjamin before you go." It was a lazy attempt at humor, and it was hardly funny. "Man, I'm sorry. I'm not this place's biggest fan or anything, but that sucks." A beat. "I've got a joint, if that would cheer you up."
Kane raised an eyebrow. "I did just finish telling you I am a cop, right?" He fished around in the bathrobe pockets for a second and dug out the bill for Gabriel. "It's not that going home to Canada would be a bad thing, necessarily, but I feel there's still so much work to be done here."
"You did. I'm just shameless. And minor possession's the least of my worries. And yours." Gabriel hesitated a second before taking the bill from Kane's hands. Not that shameless, apparently. He took a swig from the beer, then wiped his mouth. "Like what? What do you do, honestly?"
"Between the Danger Room and the X-Men? Let's be honest, eh? This is an ugly world for mutants right now and there's an awful lot of people who would like nothing more than to see this place turned into a crater. My connection to the Bureau helps us with intel on threats and challenges. With the X-Men, we have a way to get mutants out of bad situations and to here, where there's at least active protection and training. I feel like that's a responsibility that I owe."
"Well," Gabriel said after a few seconds, "that's very noble of you." He thought that might have sounded more sarcastic than he intended. "I mean, can't say I haven't benefitted from that myself, which reminds me, you know, thanks for that. But if you really want to save people like me from themselves, who says you really need the FBI? If shit's important to you, you'll find a way."
"Well, two reasons. One, the FBI lets us hear about things faster and more accurately than any other venue, especially with the loss of Cerebro. Second, and kinda more important, is that I have no legal reason to stay here, like I mentioned. So it means giving up the Bureau and the X-Men."
"What, like, immigration-wise? I guess I didn't get that." Gabriel frowned, since he was expected to. "Can't you - and I realize how offensive this is gonna sound, but, like, hello," he gestured to himself with the hand without the beer in it. "Can't you always, like, get green-card married? I mean, you know. Back-up plan. If Adrienne won't do it, I'm sure someone will. Bearded Dudley Do-Right type that you are."
"Why Gabriel... was that a proposal?"
"I think that prenup would cost you a little more than a hundred."
"I don't know. I have a couple of pensions coming to me and same sex marriage is almost de rigor in Canada these days."
"Well," Gabriel grinned, "don't you know how to sweep a guy off his feet. Too bad your girlfriend kinda scares me, or I'd say we have a deal."
How did you order beer from the kitchen without moving? Kane pondered this, digging out his phone and wonder who he could text with a bribe to refill his cooler. Angel? No, she'd worry at him. Rogue? No, she'd been even worse. Logan... wouldn't have his phone. He swiped through the mansion directory until he found Gabriel's name. He had gotten busted swiping purses, right? That meant he was one of the four people in the mansion who apparently wasn't independently wealthy.
'GABE - $100 TO DELIVER A 24 OF MOOSEHEAD FROM THE KITCHEN TO THE SMALL REC ROOM IN THE WEST WING'
A minute or two later, Gabriel appeared in front of him, a box of beer in his hands. Kane had been right in his calculations - $100 might have been a paltry sum for most of the mansion's inhabitants, but getting a C-note for carrying a box was good money for a bartender. Especially when he could accomplish it in half the time of normal folks.
"You know, not for nothing," he glanced at Kane, giving him the once-over before eyeing the empty cooler, "but this is sad." Gabriel brought the box to Kane, setting it down on the table in front of him. "I could have negotiated a tip for speedy delivery."
"It's all about the beer. Do you want one?" Kane said, as he transferred it to his cooler.
"Oh, uh..." Gabriel pulled his phone out of his pocket to glance at the time. "Yeah. Sure." He flopped down into a chair next to Kane, watching him shove beers into the cooler. "Any reason for the day drinking? Queen's birthday or maple syrup day or something?"
"Maple Syrup Day is in March." He passed one over to him. "No, I'm- I was suspended from the Bureau a few weeks ago and it's finally starting to hit me. I get up in the morning and... I have nothing to do except what I want. When Adrienne's here, I can fuss about her but she's on a business trip and, well, I guess it's starting to sink in. It's been fifteen years since I didn't have something that I needed to wake up for specifically. So, I'm kind of feeling stuck in the opposite direction."
"Huh." Gabriel raised the beer to Kane before opening it and taking a sip. "Not that this isn't... you know," He waved a hand, encircling Kane's disheveled, couch potato form before closing it to bring the thought to a stop, "charming. But you're totally thinking about this the wrong way."
"I'm wearing a robe at 4 in the afternoon. It's clear that I'm not thinking at all."
"Well, okay, yeah," Gabriel nodded. "I was gonna let the whole... sad normcore dad thing go. Figure your hot girlfriend can deal with that when she gets back." He kicked his flip-flops off and brought his feet onto the chair. "Just saying, with someone like you who hustles all the time, sometimes it's good to be a layabout."
"I think the evidence is clearly against you." Kane said, slumped back against the couch. "It's not just the inactivity. If the Bureau has to let me go, I'm gone from the mansion as well."
"Oh." Gabriel frowned. That was kind of a bummer, and he wasn't totally sure how to respond. It's not like he was really in any position to lecture anyone on self-pity. "Better give me that Benjamin before you go." It was a lazy attempt at humor, and it was hardly funny. "Man, I'm sorry. I'm not this place's biggest fan or anything, but that sucks." A beat. "I've got a joint, if that would cheer you up."
Kane raised an eyebrow. "I did just finish telling you I am a cop, right?" He fished around in the bathrobe pockets for a second and dug out the bill for Gabriel. "It's not that going home to Canada would be a bad thing, necessarily, but I feel there's still so much work to be done here."
"You did. I'm just shameless. And minor possession's the least of my worries. And yours." Gabriel hesitated a second before taking the bill from Kane's hands. Not that shameless, apparently. He took a swig from the beer, then wiped his mouth. "Like what? What do you do, honestly?"
"Between the Danger Room and the X-Men? Let's be honest, eh? This is an ugly world for mutants right now and there's an awful lot of people who would like nothing more than to see this place turned into a crater. My connection to the Bureau helps us with intel on threats and challenges. With the X-Men, we have a way to get mutants out of bad situations and to here, where there's at least active protection and training. I feel like that's a responsibility that I owe."
"Well," Gabriel said after a few seconds, "that's very noble of you." He thought that might have sounded more sarcastic than he intended. "I mean, can't say I haven't benefitted from that myself, which reminds me, you know, thanks for that. But if you really want to save people like me from themselves, who says you really need the FBI? If shit's important to you, you'll find a way."
"Well, two reasons. One, the FBI lets us hear about things faster and more accurately than any other venue, especially with the loss of Cerebro. Second, and kinda more important, is that I have no legal reason to stay here, like I mentioned. So it means giving up the Bureau and the X-Men."
"What, like, immigration-wise? I guess I didn't get that." Gabriel frowned, since he was expected to. "Can't you - and I realize how offensive this is gonna sound, but, like, hello," he gestured to himself with the hand without the beer in it. "Can't you always, like, get green-card married? I mean, you know. Back-up plan. If Adrienne won't do it, I'm sure someone will. Bearded Dudley Do-Right type that you are."
"Why Gabriel... was that a proposal?"
"I think that prenup would cost you a little more than a hundred."
"I don't know. I have a couple of pensions coming to me and same sex marriage is almost de rigor in Canada these days."
"Well," Gabriel grinned, "don't you know how to sweep a guy off his feet. Too bad your girlfriend kinda scares me, or I'd say we have a deal."
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