<div class="floatleft">(http://i1177.photobucket.com/albums/x359/Briar_Rose_Thorne/Gabrielle-small.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character name: </strong>Gabrielle Cavanaugh<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Foyer<br/><strong>With:</strong>Alone<br/><br/>Gabrielle considered for a moment, moving back to let another club-goer pay for his admittance without holding up the line before answering the girl's earlier question.<br/><br/><em>"First time,"</em>Gabrielle admitted, returning the smile with a little more reserve as she took in the fangs.  Still, the girl's sunny disposition and chatter made her feel like things would be ... quite as dark and dreary as her first thoughts had imagined them.  One thing was for certain, even so -- the likelihood of encountering anyone she didn't want to encounter was probably going to be rather low.<br/><br/>That suited Gabrielle just fine, fangs an all.<em>"Let's see how the first time goes.  Buying a membership before I even step foot inside would be too much like marrying a man I hadn't slept with ... it leaves far too much to chance."</em><br/><br/>Given the getup, she doubted that anything she could say would shock the girl -- in comparison, she probably was horribly tame at best.  That comparison was borne out when Angellica advised her that the club might prove 'disorienting or worse' and directed her to the rest and recovery room should it happen.<br/><br/><em>"I'll keep that in mind." </em>Her smile said that she wouldn't need it though, and she gave the little blue wrist-band a spin, watching the colors against the light.  Black or red would have suited her better, but she supposed color-coordination was probably the least of her worries tonight.<em> "Thanks for the help."  </em>She didn't call her honey, or darling, or sweetheart, or any of a dozen belittling endearments that her husband would have probably used, and if her smile was confident, she trusted that it did not reach the level of condescendingly smug.<br/><br/>That was the kind of thing she'd come here to get away from -- she'd be damned if she would carry it in with her.<br/><br/>With a final nod, Gabrielle moved further into the club, looking for a likely place to get a drink and absorb some of the atmosphere.