<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>In Entry Line<br/><br/><strong>With:</strong>Those waiting to get inside<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>The young girl that the bouncer eliminated from the line was one that Gabrielle might well have counseled.  With the Goth outfit, she might even have been the twin of the one who'd mentioned Nocturne and aroused a small spark of curiosity.   It was a good call, and smart on the part of the club's employee -- no matter how many of the patrons would consider a few 'underage girls' a draw, it brought all kinds of potential trouble.<br/><br/>Gabrielle didn't really regret that she was no longer young enough not to be suspect, and she wouldn't have traded places with the girl for all the extra years.  As far as she was concerned, her teenage years had been a time of awkwardness, of uncertainty, of all kinds of fears and curiosities that she didn't dare vocalize.  Well, perhaps the last part hadn't changed quite as much as she had once thought, otherwise what the hell was she doing here?<br/><br/>When it came her turn to come under security's scrutiny, Gabrielle lifted her head and met the man's eyes, her smile barely over neutral.  While a part of her had been tempted to 'goth' it up a little -- black was sexy as fuck, done right -- she had discarded the temptation and went for red, vibrant, bold, alive.  Given the club's theme, she figured that it wouldn't be all that out of place.  Her jewelry was good, but not flashy, drawing the eye but letting the body do the rest.   God, it would be humiliating to be turned away -- she hadn't been turned away from anything since ... well, since she was probably about the age of the girl who had been.  It would serve her right for letting a mixture of boredom, curiosity,  and ... something ... bring her here.  There were plenty of other places, after all, that she could drink, dance, and do whatever the hell she wanted with whoever caught her eye<br/><br/>She didn't ask if he needed to see her ID, but she did compliment him.<em> "Nice catch.  Did you really remember her sister, or were you just guessing?" </em>It was an idle comment, more because his gaze made her feel momentarily unsettled than anything else.  Gabrielle didn't like feeling unsettled, and speech was a much better way of taking control back, certainly better than letting her eyes drop or looking away.