Forget to Remember (Gabriel/Open)

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel eyed her up curiously, her favorite dress? He felt a twinge of guilt stab at him, resisting the urge to apologize and look foolish he stayed quiet and awaited her speech that she was surly to say.

“Hmm how about a drink? Or maybe ice cream? I’ll be nice and let you choose.”

He grinned widely as he extended a hand. “It would be a pleasure, how about we settle for ice cream we’ve had a bit too much stumbling about for one day.” He said in a sharp French accent

Gabriel would walk towards the drier part of the shore or as most would assume, “Safety” from the ravenous waves that seemed to have their vicious eyes set on the pair. Along the lot he’d parked his secondary car, because it would seem that Stu had yet to return his Black Lotus, Gabriel had to live with his older 2008 Ford Mustang. Coming along the exterior of the mustang an onlooker would see it to be a dark blue while black racing stripes were pinned along the roof.

“After you, mon belle.” Gabriel said opening the passenger’s door for her to sit before retreating to his own side.

[Reira DeMorvick]

“It would be a pleasure, how about we settle for ice cream we’ve had a bit too much stumbling about for one day.”

That’s the answer she wanted to hear! Accepting his helping hand, she pulled herself up, grinning all the while. She had forgotten what a luxurious voice he had, accent and all. In some ways it almost brought her back to her childhood. It was very hard for her to remember those days, but her ability to speak French still stayed with her…well, she had to think about it for a long time, but she could do it.

“Merci beaucoup!”

Stringing out some her hair, she followed behind him, grateful that they were away from the waves attacks. Not that she minded it much. It was a hot day and the cool water certainly felt refreshing, but enough was enough. As they approached the parking lot she saw a gorgeous Mustang. Damn! She had a thing for sexy vehicles.

“Hot ride,” she said with a little smile, getting into the vehicle once he opened the door for her. When she sat down, she immediately regretted it. “Um…I’m soaking wet and I just sat in your Mustang….sorry!” She didn’t know if he would mind or not--probably not considering he opened the door for her, which was a very sweet thing to do mind you--but she still couldn’t help but feel guilty that she might ruin the beautiful car!

Je suis…um, idiot!

[Gabriel Seran]

“Hot ride,”
Gabriel smiled as he approached making a swift comment back, “Comes with the perks of being royalty.” He’d let that slip perhaps a bit of bragging in it, Gabriel mentally hit himself be more humble.
Once inside the car it would seem that Reira found her guilt by soaking the seats.

. “Um…I’m soaking wet and I just sat in your Mustang….sorry!”

Gabriel laughed lightly, “Honestly its not the worst thing that’s happened to this car trust me.” He had a good grin on remembering back at 259 how he saved Bastille after her duel, the girl bled out all over his car. He still had to call her on that debt but then again the British were never very reliable when it came to such things (ooc: little rivalry going on there XD)

Gabriel didn’t bother taking it slow he had a grand arsenal of engine beneath the hood of the mustang and used it to its full advantage. An audible roar emanated from its pits as Gabriel sped out the lot and into traffic, not recklessly so but certainly at a noticeably fast pace.

“So you a Vanilla or Chocolate person?” He gave a coy smile hoping to start a debate over it.

[Reira DeMorvick]

“Honestly its not the worst thing that’s happened to this car trust me.”

Reira let out a small sigh of relief. He wasn’t mad, yay! In fact he was grinning at her, which was a good thing because grinning was contagious…well at least whenever she saw someone smile at her or grin she felt like doing so back, so she did. This day was a good one. At first she wasn’t sure, but now she was definitively sure. Reira was having fun. And she really needed that right now.

With an powerful roar of the engine, the beauty took off down the streets of San Fran. Reira was giggling on the inside. This was great. She felt all ’special’ being seated in a hot ride, with a hot driver. Now if only she looked half decent it would be better. The water sort of ruined her hair, but that was okay, it would dry quickly. Placing her aviators onto her eyes, she rolled down the window and let an arm drag casually out of it. She loved hot weather.

“So you a Vanilla or Chocolate person?”

Reira let out a small laugh. That was a hard decision. Chocolate was just so good. Vanilla was the same, only smoother. But her answer just had to be…

“Chocolate, definitely a chocolate person.” She turned to face him. “What about you…strawberries with whipped cream, or strawberries with melted chocolate?”

Well, wasn’t this an interesting convo. Eyebrow raised she waited for a response. She had a lot of questions to ask him, now that she thought about it. She was actually quite curious about him and his ‘gang.’ The family on her mom's side, her Marino side was a huge mafia. So in a way she had been exposed to that sort of life.

"And um...not sure if I should be asking this or not, but how's the gang life?"

[Gabriel Seran]

“Chocolate, definitely a chocolate person.” He laughed lightly before a short reply, "Good cause if you weren't you'd be walking your way there." It was a mock threat and he made best to imply that it was.

“What about you…strawberries with whipped cream, or strawberries with melted chocolate?”

He turned coyly as they reached a stoplight giving her a calm and collected look, almost thoughtful on the subject. "I'll have to say strawberries with melted chocolate," A devilish grin arose, "I have a thing for chocolate." each word exemplified with the accent, Cho-Co-Late.

"And um...not sure if I should be asking this or not, but how's the gang life?"

He didn't move from his position, body simply stiffening giving himself away a tad. He couldn't want to reveal anything to her though what made the woman think he was indeed in a gang? He had to test the waters.

"What makes you think I'd be in a gang." He gave her a trickster's smile and a poker face as to not give any tell tell signs.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Gabriel was a chocolate person! That made things all the more better. She didn’t know if it was because chocolate was a natural aphrodisiac or if he just loved it as much as she did, but it was awesome either way. And the way he pronounced the word chocolate was absolutely sexy. Accents, gotta love em! In a relatively happy mood, she went ahead and asked him about the ‘gang’ life.

Shit. Probably not the best thing there Reira. Well, now she went ahead and did it, didn’t she? She doubted she could talk herself out of this one, but she may as well try. Hell, she didn’t even know if he was actually in a gang! She had just assumed from various things she had experiences with her Uncle’s boys.

"What makes you think I'd be in a gang."

Take one!

“Well I…err I remember seeing you back at 259 talking to some people. And I um, guess I’m just jumping to conclusions, sorry!”

Who feels stupid? Reira does!!

“I don’t know why I thought that, its just that my family runs the mafia in Venice and I guess I picked up those same sorta vibes off of you? Haha I’m ranting now, just forget I said anything.”

[Gabriel Seran]

“Well I…err I remember seeing you back at 259 talking to some people. And I um, guess I’m just jumping to conclusions, sorry!”

A wide grin grew as she ran her mouth apparently feeling ridiculous over the incident, but he allowed for it to continue.
"And that automatically labels me as the dangerous gang leader," He applied a joking tone to his words not particularly offended by them.

“I don’t know why I thought that, its just that my family runs the mafia in Venice and I guess I picked up those same sorta vibes off of you? Haha I’m ranting now, just forget I said anything.”

He smiled still sure of what to say but he let patience tick by.

"Mafia, in Venice you say?" Gabriel was now curious, he'd recently passed through Venice on 'business.'

"Any chance they have records of me passing through?" Gabriel gave a coy voice not intending to draw suspicion but if there were any leftover records of him there he would need to get them erased. His trespasses there might have alerted some unwanted police attention. Though perhaps Reira's uncle could prove as some use, a mutual trade of sorts...

[Reira DeMorvick]

"Mafia, in Venice you say? Any chance they have records of me passing through?"

Whoa, wait…did that mean he was a gang leader? Didn’t he just tease her by saying how silly it was to label him as a dangerous gang leader? Now she was partially confused. Okay, so maybe really confused. In fact, she didn’t know what to say for a while. So she just sat there, making a ponderous look on her face.

“I’m guessing you are gang leader then, if you’re so worried about there being records of you…but to tell you the truth, I have no idea,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “In all honesty, I tend to shy away from their ‘business’…so I guess you can say I’m just the hot, but important girl that does nothing, yet is still a big part of the Mafia. If that makes sense?”

Reira was a big part, only because she practically lived at the Marino mansion at times, that and because she was directly related to the head boss. So no matter what she would always be involved with them, even though she didn’t want to be. Her mother was the same way, but she had it a lot harder than Reira, considering her Great Grandfather Rias was out to kill Samara 24/7. Good thing he was gone now.

Giving him a soft smile, Reira rolled down the window and let the breeze kiss her soft skin. She was happy to note that she was drying off and that her hair didn’t look like a total mess. Yay!

“Well there you have it, you know a little more about me. Something that not many people know,” she said chuckling. Hopefully she’d get a little more insight on himself.

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel gave a smooth smile, "Like I said does the question label me as 'Dangerous?'"

He gave curious smile turning the corner swiftly eyes still predominantly focused on the road.

"I'd just prefer to have some, 'things', left out of sight for a good long while." Now he was asking for it, the evidence he left behind could have been completely lost or if the timing cam to it Gabriel would urge to go back and get rid of it himself, rather he was asking the niece of a Mafia lord for assistance, no specific information which is the way he would keep it but assistance none the less was far too out of the question in his particular case.

"If there is any assets required I could loan out my estate in Marseilles if it is required? Hardly use it anymore lest I head back..."

there that was a good hand of information to form a respect, or trust but not quit giving away a card.

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira returned that smooth smile of his with one of her own. Dangerous hmm? Well so far Reira didn’t see him being very dangerous. She was quite used to being around his ‘kind’ therefore hearing him speak of his things didn’t seem unnatural to her whatsoever. It was actually quite amusing. She remembered sitting inside her Uncle’s lounge while him and his boys talked about cleaning up some evidence.

"I'd just prefer to have some, 'things', left out of sight for a good long while."

Reira raised an eyebrow at this. Was he asking her for help? My my, this could turn out interesting. At the same time it could turn out to be a complete disaster. Her Uncle Demetri was completely unpredictable and who knows if his and Gabriel’s mob clashed nicely together. But perhaps she could…

“Oh? And you want me to help you with that?,” she said, looking at him slyly. “I dunno Gabriel, why should I help you?” She had a certain look in her eyes. A look that was somewhat daring him to go on further. One could say it looked almost like a flirtatious stare.

"If there is any assets required I could loan out my estate in Marseilles if it is required? Hardly use it anymore lest I head back..."

Well well well, looks like business was on. Which was weird. Did she even qualify to be making these sort of deals? Reira had never done something like this before, so she wasn’t sure how to respond…let alone think of how Demetri would respond. So she played the little games she loved to play.

“Hmm, I’ll have to see this estate first. But I must warn you, such materialistic things don’t impress me all the time.” Again, she grinned.

But she was happy to note that they had made it to the ice cream place as planned.

[Gabriel Seran]

All the time being the key word in that statement, there was no doubt that the estate would be fairly impressive handed down through French nobility it had better have. Gabriel himself stationed the primary amount of his visits to Lyon but often he would visit the seaside residence of Marseilles for easy get a ways. Gabriel's attention perked up at the manner of her near flirtatious gestures taking them all into consideration. There was much he had to think about, to use her as he had all before or find a medium, though the card was often his favorite selection in this sort.

The car pulled alongside a filled lot just around the corner of the ice cream store. Gabriel parked slowly and stood outside the car making way to open Reira's door as well before setting off to the place. It would seem as if she was more useful to him now than ever, not only did she have ties with the pillars and was their possible down fall but she had ties with the mob. And not just ties but close family bonds. If he could form an even tighter grasp on the mob he'd be set with as much power as he could stand.

By the time they'd gotten to the door it was realized that Reira was in-expendable, a priceless commodity to his ambition. he'd open the door and follow closely behind before coming to the counter.

"Take your pick, my treat..." he said with a smile

[Reira DeMorvick]

Marseilles…was that in Lyon? Reira could hardly remember her birth country. It had been way too long since the last time she set foot there, which was kind of why she was so tempted to just say yes to the deal of his. She wanted to become re-familiarized with France. It was weird to think that if her mother and Demetri weren’t hunted down by Demetri’s own father, Rias, she’d probably still be living in Paris to this day. Wow, her life would be so different.

The car pulled up to the ice cream place and Gabriel, being a gentlemen as usual, got out first and opened her door. Reira smiled at him as she excited the vehicle.

“Merci becoup!”

In the back of her mind she was ignoring the warnings she was getting. Not because she thought Gabriel was dangerous, although she knew he very well could be, but because she didn’t know what the hell she was getting herself into. Or, already gotten herself into. The mafia/mob life was as dangerous as it comes. She was safe in her Uncle’s mafia, but in Gabriel’s? That was a whole different ball game. Perhaps she was better off to avoid him all together?

The two of them entered the busy store and Reira immediately set out to see what flavour she wanted.

"Take your pick, my treat..."

“Score! I’ll have one scoop of chocolate and another scoop of cookie dough please,” she said to the worker person. “What are you getting?,” she asked Gabriel, looking up at him. That was weird. Why did she feel so…connected to him?

[Gabriel Seran]

Oddly enough Reira was ordering the same thing he was planning on, those where his favorite choices of ice cream. He popped up a brow curiously. In spite of being different he decided to change it up.

"Chocolate and raspberry mixed please." he replied to the server

He turned back to Reira handing the staff working there enough money to cover their orders and then some, he hadn't bothered to look which bill he'd pulled out, it didn't matter. Money was no object to him, people and their uses where however and Reira was valuable. Like water, not some shinny stone he'd hide away, water to be used against others for the sake of his betterment.

"Hmmm, good choice..." Gabriel gave her a smooth look tucking back some hair back in a slick move, "So you done with the mob life or are you interested in a little more action?"

Gabriel jumped to issues quickly, beating around the bush was fun for a while till you could feel that comfort level and it was set here.

"I can promise some interesting times, immunity even I'm sure thats a definite plus in a place like this, away from home."

Gabriel put a hand atop hers as a short form of reassurance, "I don't want to rush into anything particularly, so I'll let you check it out, you don't like it you can leave, easy as that..."

[Reira DeMorvick]

Reira was handed her ice cream and immediately she stared licking it. Mmm ice cream. God she loved ice cream. You couldn’t go wrong with it! Working on her chocolate portion of the cone, she went ahead and sat at a nearby table. This table was located out side, where there was a nice stream of sunshine hitting it. Yay! Looking back to Garbiel, she heard him order a chocolate and raspberry mixed. Mmm!

“Hmm, good choice…So you done with the mob life or are you interested in a little more action?"

Reira crossed her legs one over the other, her red summer dress riding up just a smidge. She had to think about this one. Was she really done with the mob life? She couldn’t even say she started…well, she guessed being the niece of a mafia leader is all the involvement she needed really. But more action? Well, at this point in her life, what more could she lose? She didn’t have Matrim, she was new here…and this could be her way of establishing herself. Seemed like a good idea then.

“I wouldn’t say I was done with the mob life, I was born into it basically…so it’ll always be there, no matter what I do. As for more action…I’m listening,” she said, with a grin. She went back to eating her ice cream, her lips opening over the yummy goodness and closing. Mmm cookie dough!

He told her she’d have immunity, protection. Reira smiled as he placed his hand on top of hers. It was actually comforting.

"I don't want to rush into anything particularly, so I'll let you check it out, you don't like it you can leave, easy as that..."

“Thank you. For the ice cream I mean… the offer. I’ll gladly accept. But I want to really make sure its right for me before I decide,” she said, intertwining their fingers for a moment, and then stealing back her hand gently. “I wouldn’t want to be a nuisance…seeing as how I’m not really experienced with actually being in the mob.”

[Gabriel Seran]

Gabriel gave her a quick grin before it retreated again, "Not a nuisance at all, though I'm sure I couldn't play favorites unless we'd get a bit of dissent amongst the others." he gave her a wink quickly.

Gabriel ate away at his ice cream, by ate I mean a mixture of little likes mixed in with secretive little bites never allowing for it to melt away down his palm. With his free hand he gently reached into the coat pocket extracting a card.

"Here's a number and an address, we're planning a quick get together if you're interested on the details?" Gabriel smiled softly never giving away for a moment what his entire plan was. He needed to keep a few cards to himself.