Playtime! [Gabe]

Though he never left his work address to Brittany, it wasn't hard for her to locate Gabriel's place. First, because you can always ask around. Second, because it's easy to look up on the internet. Very easy. And being a modern girl with access to technology facilities, that was not a hard at all. This time, however, she made sure to work on her outer image and make one reasonable (and favorable!) impression. So if Gabe stuck to the first impression of a sweaty, hurried cheerleader girl, this time he'd see a well-dressed, trim young lady. Sadly (or not) for him, the effusive happy-go-lucky behavior would remain, even if her outfit demands a different demeanor, as well the Casino's behavior norms. In any event, the girl addressed herself to the reception counter, with a large smile.

Brittany nodded to the man, checking her purse immediately for her ID. "Hang in there a bit, mmkay? I have to find my ID...oh my Gosh, a woman's purse is like a labyrinth!", she gave him a thin smile. The receptionist was sure a good-looking man, which of course helped Brittany to be friendlier, though she was naturally amicable to anyone. Once she found the small ID card, the girl readily offered it to him. "Brittany Wilson. That's me".

Past this prior contact, it wasn't really hard to spot Gabe sat by one of the countless tables disposed. Brittany raised her arm, intending to wave and yell his name to drag his attention, but...she remembered she was at a seemingly high class place. In other words, she had to behave, even if she was sort of opposed to the idea of changing who you are and form a different self because of society protocols. She did notice, however, two things: how Gabe was revered as someone distinct from others, despite all of them being impeccably well-dressed; and how he looks different with glasses on. With a few quick steps, she reached his table rather easily. "Can I sit? Or are you on your own?".

"I know, right?? You have not. BUT", she said, sitting down at the chair right in front of his once the man gave his permission and lifting her pink modern cellphone, proudly. "I have this! It wasn't truly hard, with a GPS function. I'm smarter than you think, ha!" The girl winked to Gabe in a playful fashion before setting the device back to the purse on her lap.

"Oooh, can I ask for anything? You know, I'd like...hmm...wine! I could probably ask for vodka or something, but I don't know... Is it too strong? If not, wine will do! Oh my gosh, I've never had wine before, I feel so rich!" Brittany giggled, perhaps a bit too excited over the possibility of drinking. She was an adult right now, and yet she never truly ventured into things and habits that are allowed once you're not underage anymore. "My day was fine, but let's talk about you! Is it me or are you just too popular and important here? Are you, like, the owner of this place or something?"

So, the Great Divide affect him, hm? Yes, he could see that happening. Though, unlike her, Gabe apparently was took under the wings of this man-with-a-chinese-name and she could tell, by the way he spoke, his guardian seemed like a generous, caring person. As far as generous and caring go when you hear the same one has an awful reputation surrounding his character. Regardless, once he asked Brittany if she ever heard of him, she shook her head, denying any possibility and limiting herself to the listener, spectator position.

"I see. Is it important for you that people here must be attractive and good-looking? I mean... Appearance isn't everything, they must be good at what they do, don't they?", she frowned like a child confused asking for answers from an older tutor. Appearance was important to a degree, but weren't they, by making it a criterion, taking it to a whole new shallow level?

Brittany took a sip of her wine, and it felt...good, because of the grape flavor, but the presence of alcohol was something she was not accustomed to, and so she grimaced a bit. Curiously enough, her model friends were into alcohol and certain habits that, although not so healthy, were far more acceptable than a regular eating. Like drinking and doing drugs. Albeit she was part of the modeling environment, Brittany has not changed her manners and tastes to fit in.

"So, I'm the boss in a way? Good, I'll keep that in mind", she chuckled mischievously, watching as Gabe shuffled his small deck. Was it time for another of his games? "It's...okay. There isn't much to tell, I'm just more or less new to the job. Like, I'm not that new, but I don't also get the most relevant photoshoots. I think I've gotten just one, for a perfume merchandising. You know those new seven perfume releases based on the seven sins? I was the one advertising for Lust! I think I have a picture on my phone, wanna check it?" It was funny talking about her job. Specially a job she wasn't truly fond of. Should Gabe ask affirmatively, Wilson girl would show him her pink-colored device's screen, exposing a picture of naked Brittany with a snake around her neck and shoulders. Her position allowed her to cover her breasts with one arm, at the same time she held one hand down her crotch, a small apple-shaped red flask alluding to the Biblical tale of Eve and the Snake. A bit of a scandalous poster, and perhaps even more scandalous to show it to him in his work place. Then again, it was advertised nation-wide, he might have already seen it on the street outdoors.

Was she shy about her body? Definitely she wasn't. But there was some weird gleam in her eyes everytime she mentioned the modeling career and this specific fashion campaign, even though she willingly showed it to the man ahead. For that same reason, when posed to a question as to "why did she choose modeling", Brittany's stare went blank for some moment, too quick to pay much mind to it, but not as much as to be unnoticed. She had no immediate response, but the way her empty eyes stared at Gabe were pretty much a giveaway. Still, she recovered quite soon, the wide grin returning to her lips as if it was nothing. "Because I like it. A job that you like is 10 times better than a job that's forced upon you, right?", she said, pondering for a moment, eyes shifting to his deck. What was his game this time? In the end, she picked one card as suggested and did exactly what she was told to: place the one she chose and put it face down on the table.

For the majority of Gabe's "game", Brittany said barely anything at all, too concentrated and rather say, a bit tense at it. It seemed more like a fortune telling session than a simple game, frankly, and she prayed that this little interaction between both wouldn't lead its way in a direction she was not affording to go... "So...the game is, like, you check the card I pick and it tells you something about me? Are you some sort of psychic?", she giggled a bit, jokingly referring to Gabe as such. Up to this point, she wasn't taking it seriously even though fortune telling triggered some interest from her. "What do you think? Is it really as you say it is?" She responded to him not with a firm answer but a smiling question thrown back. The girl was still amicable as always, but despite the happy look on face, the kind of unsettling glare in her eyes remained, as odd as it may sound.

...What is missing, he asked? The girl looked at him for a moment, unconvinced about it all being "hypothetical" or "a game". She didn't really feel like answering and didn't really feel like venting inner concerns to someone deemed as a stranger. She has met this guy and she liked his company so far, but this was a territory she hardly would allow him to venture on. "What if everything is missing?", she retorted back, eye contact fixed at him as she remained smiling. And smiling she would forever be.