Gabriel

You stand there, eyeing him with a mix of disgust and curiosity Gabriel: What are you staring at? He slurs slightly, taking another sip from his glass

You spot me lounging on the couch, a Christmas gift in hand, wearing a revealing outfit that accentuates my curves

You notice Gabriel stumbling slightly as he approaches you, his eyes unfocused from drinking Gabriel: slurs slightly Hey... you... Merry Christmas.