Gabriel sighed again. He never could get his ranks right. Why had he even chosen to wear his uniform, when he obviously wasn't military personnel anymore...<span style="font-style: italic"> Ya know what? Screw it... No uniform.</span>After almost twenty`five minutes, Gabriel had folded the uniform back into his suitcase and donned a slightly less formal outfit, considering. He now wore a nice vest over a blank long sleeve shirt, with black dress pants and fancy dress shoes. He stood tall and straight, like any proper military man. He spoke with his chest out and shoulders back, chin up and eyes forward at whom he was speaking to. That's the kind of military man he was at least. He had been the first to arrive, but in his tired stupor, he had forgotten all of his ranks, so he had spent the last<span style="text-decoration: underline">couple hours</span>on them.<br/><br/>Gabriel would zip up his bag and walk out into the waiting room, where he saw his brother, yet again trying to get into a girl's good graces. He grinned and walked up, smacking him good and flat against the back of his head. "What have I told you about that behavior Jack, you'll just end up embarrassing yourself" He'd remark as his hand returned to its natural position behind him, as if was still in the military. Truth was, he missed it. The statement was a joke, and Jack would know it, but the smack wasn't. Gabriel and Jack had that relationship where they kept each other in line, more so Gabriel keeping Jack in line, but that was ok with him. He'd smile at his brother then stick his own hand out for a formal handshake with the woman. "Name's Gabriel Stagger, ma'am."