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</div></div><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Gabriel didn't sound stupid because his story was credible, at least in his opinion. Too bad Captain America wasn't buying his version of the story, which really didn't surprise him at all since the cops hadn't believed it either. At least the conversation with the man he supposedly victimized broke up the monotony of his frenetic back-and-forth pacing. Standing near the bars of the intake cell he was in, Gabriel's chocolate depths scrutinized the guy, who confirmed his disbelief by muttering, <i>so you say.</i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Gabe almost gave a indignant snort in response to the man's comment, but he didn't have  enough time to do it before the guy turned on his heels to walk back down the corridor where the officer stood waiting. Gabriel assumed that he would probably have a seat at an officer's desk, to proceed with pressing charges against him for burglary. <i>Well that's too bad. He had such a nice ass too, thought Gabriel to himself. </i>Leaning against the wall, real worry began to cause his dark brow to furrow. If he was charged with burglary, he would serve time in prison and he'd never even been to jail before.<br/>
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Gabriel saw his fair share of scary prison movies, and it was likely that he'd become somebody's bitch because he'd always been a peacemaker, leaving the battles to the people that enjoyed a fight. Gabriel had to deal with how he was going to explain to his parents about being arrested and he didn't know where to begin with that.<br/>
</span><br/><i><span style="font-size: 18px">Get back to pacing, Gabriel.<br/>
</span></i><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">An hour passed, and still no way to make a phone call out. Instead, he was faced with future uncertainties with no relief in sight. His heart sunk into his belly with dread as he heard the officer's footsteps coming from the hallway once more. Surely, this time he was going to be photographed, fingerprinted and officially arrested. Simultaneously, Gabriel stopped pacing the moment the guard stopped at the door to the holding cell with a ring full of keys, and opened the door. <i>"Step out Alcantara, its time to go." </i><br/>
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Gabriel's legs and feet felt like they were made of lead, as he plodded towards the open door of the barred cage. Stepping outside of the jail cell, he thought that the officer would place handcuffs on him but to Gabriel's surprise, he didn't. He just looked him up and down, and uttered with a disgusted tone of voice, <i>"Follow me."</i><br/>
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The moment he stepped outside of the jail area, Gabriel asked the officer a question rather politely considering. <b>"Can I please call my parents and let them know I'm getting arrested or something? Please?"</b></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">His question gave the officer pause, as he replied back. <i>"Arrested? Ain't nobody pressin' charges here son. I reckon you're free to go. Go through this door. The officer inside will give you your belongings, and just follow the exit sign on out."</i></span><br/><br/><span style="font-size: 18px">Gabriel was stunned when he heard those words, because he never thought he'd hear them. He gave his name to the officer in booking and signed off on the sheet to claim his belongings, then started for the hallway where the red EXIT sign was located over the door leading out of the police station. In the lobby, Gabriel bumped into the man whose home he was suspected of breaking into, who apparently was quite eager to get something off his chest.<br/>
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Gabriel wasn't expecting an apology from him, at least a sincere one. But he received an apology, and a handshake besides. Gabriel's curved lips formed a fleeting smile, unsure of how to respond to the sudden change of good fortune. It was almost as if he were preparing to find out everything had just been some kind of joke. It was all so surreal, that Gabriel almost left the man's hand hanging there longer than necessary.<br/>
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Realizing his rudeness, Gabriel reached out to accept the kind gesture with a firm handshake of his own in response. He released his hand slowly and replied,<b>"Jaxon, thanks for seeing reason, because the cops sure didn't. My name is Gabriel Alcantara. Sorry we have met this way. I would rather have you accept an invitation to dinner and fun conversation at <i>Picaduras</i> instead of hanging out here."</b><br/>
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Gabriel let the sharp edge of his teeth nip his lower lip, as he felt a wave of embarrassment appear as a rosy stain over his features. "<b>Actually I'd appreciate it if you gave me a ride home. Thank you Jaxon.</b>" Gabriel answered, not having enough time to call for his own ride.<br/>
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<i>Had Gabe just boldly asked a complete stranger out for a date?</i> Slater would kill him if he saw him now.</span>