So Gabriel met this girl while we were at The Red Star last night. Her name was Annabelle, which isn't very common anymore, so it made her notable. I don't usually remember their names. She kept mixing us up. That happens all the time, and we're used to it, but she found it hilarious.
Though he'd brought her over to the table, she was more interested in me. Probably because I had absolutely no interest in her. We may look identical, but Gabriel and I will never pick the same woman.
She kept touching me, so I got a clear read as to how she felt. Vindictive. That's never a good sign.
"Did you come here with anyone?" I asked her.
She giggled and traced a pattern on the back of my hand. She was halfway hammered. "Course not."
A lie. I looked at Gabriel. Since Annabelle had obviously chosen to fawn her attentions on me, he'd already started chatting up the girls at the next table.
"Hey." I jabbed his arm.
He tore himself away. "What?"
I stood up. "Let's get out of here."
Annabelle didn't take the news well. She launched herself at me and got her arms around my neck. Definitely hammered.
I got her by the waist and tried to pry her off.
But then I caught a rush of aggression from my right, and I saw the target of her vindication. Annabelle had a boyfriend, and he was pissed.
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