<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/40/Gabemask.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Gabe, #2447</span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>At the bar<br/><strong>When: </strong>Friday dusk, week 1<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Kitty<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><br/>-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br/><br/>Gabe shifted at the bar, trying to get comfortable. Being in public, or at least out of his apartment, in just a robe, wasn’t something he was used to. He reached for his phone before realizing it was in his locker with everything else he’d had with him. This was going to take some getting used to.<br/><br/>He adjusted the mask. That felt really weird to him, and added to the bizarreness of the entire experience. Was he really going through with this? Well, he was here. He’d sprung for the membership. If he could just talk himself out of bolting in panic, he’d be fine.<br/><br/>Gabe tapped on the bar, more out of nervous habit than trying to get service, although a drink would be a good idea. Or two. He was supposed to meet a guide here, whatever that meant. He had this image in his head of a woman in either a jungle explorer outfit or some horrible sexy-Halloween Indian costume. It wasn’t her fault she wasn’t here– he was early. That was a borderline compulsion for him. He was just glad they had a robe that fit him, such as it was. Gabe was tall, and he didn’t take it for granted anything off the rack would fit. He flicked his eyes down to his wrist, realized he didn’t have his watch, either, and stifled a sigh.