<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a2/Alex_oloughlin.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Gabriel Lennox (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=211572.msg10400301#msg10400301), Island Security Guard<br/><strong>Who:</strong>Alexandra<br/><strong>Where:</strong>The Counter<br/><strong>When: </strong>Saturday August 2nd, morning<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Navy blue shorts, tight white shirt, sneakers and the Security wristband<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Gabriel had grown from the regular security officer to something more attentive. There were some cases, in the beginning, where he intervened and literally ruined the fun of both parties involved. Some other than him enjoyed when a woman put up a fight. He wasn’t really into the pseudo-rape thing, but a bit of a playful fight was fun and a good turn on. His eyes glanced toward the pretty, petite and deliciously curvy waitress again and he read annoyance all over her. She clearly didn’t like the guy she was talking to. He snickered, and returned his attention to the paper.<br/><br/>It took a few seconds before his attention was called to her again. A squeal of surprise that made him straighten his back, a bit like a guard dog who had heard something worth notice and was waiting for confirmation… and Gabriel heard his confirmation. He turned onto his chair wiped his hand onto a napkin and stood. His face had a hard expression, his eyes ice cold. He wove his way through the tables, reassured the swinging couples with a gesture for the man to ease up and sit. Seeing the bracelet at Gabriel’s wrist, the man nodded his head and resumed his seat, but both him and his wife were turned toward the scene.<br/><br/>Gabriel arrived behind the unaware man and placed a hand on the low slope between the neck and the shoulder. His fingers curled and dug into the muscle, causing noticeable pain into the patron’s shoulder.<br/><br/>“Who the fuck do you think you are?” The man growled and winced, but he didn’t release his hold onto Alexandra yet. <br/><br/>Gabriel all but shoved the red and black wrist band in his face with his free hand and squeezed a little tighter as he leaned over the guy’s shoulder to whisper. What he gave for answer wasn’t for everyone else to overhear. “I’m the guy who can end your vacation faster than traveler’s diarrhea.” Gabriel said and with an authoritarian tone, he demanded. “Get your hands off her, right now.”<br/><br/>“Do you have any idea who… Ow!” The man protested as Gabriel gave another brief, tight squeeze. “Alright, alright.” The man said and he raised his hands to let go of Alexandra. <br/><br/>Gabriel offered her his free hand, so that he could help her get up and off the creep. “You could be a Milano, it wouldn’t change anything.” Gabriel said and glanced at the keycard on the table. He straightened up to be able to better help Alex, and then spoke with an official tone to the client. “Room 40, you are warned. Should you break the rules of Bekamor once again, you will be required to leave the island. Am I clear?” Gabriel expected a clear answer, but he got a nod. He wouldn't release the man's shoulder before Alexandra was safe away from him.<br/></div>