Gabe stood around for a while, shouting at the top of his lungs every 5 seconds or so.<br/><br/>At the sound of a voice from above, he startled, cursing in Spanish and glanced up, seeing the crazy chemist of apartment C4 hanging out the window.<br/><br/>"I can't even work a computer, Parnassus!" he yelled back with an excitable grin on his face. "Hope you got some good stuff cooking today, I got paid a pretty penny last night," he called out to her.<br/><br/>Gabe liked the good Dr. Parnassus. He bought from her occasionally, when he had the money. She produced good quality merchandise but for the caliber of narcotics she provided, the prices were naturally (and rightfully) high. The doc was a little...tweaked in Gabe's opinion but he was not one to judge others. After all, he had his own issues, his own insanely wild mood swings.<br/><br/>After a few moments, the sheet-clad chemist disappeared inside again so Gabe returned to waiting. He bounced on the balls of his feet, his slightly agitated hyperactivity coming out in the form of frenetic body movements.<br/><br/>When Nette finally made an appearance - the second woman in the last 15 minutes to mysteriously appear and startle him - he tensed for just a moment. Then he span on his heel (rather gracefully for a jumped up junkie) and stalked towards the raven haired girl.<br/><br/>Gabe plucked the cigarette from between Nette's lips and took a long drag before placing it back between the plump soft pink flesh of her lips. He stared at her for a few moments, caught off guard by her beauty before he shook himself out of it, a lost look crossing his face before he hardened his features.<br/><br/>"This is what's up," he muttered, tugging the collar of her shirt and pointedly revealing part of a darkening bruise by her shoulder.<br/><br/>"You've got to stop letting them use you as a punching bag, Nette!" he gestured wildly as he spoke, wincing when the movement jarred his ribs. "What am I gonna do when you get seriously hurt and we can't afford a hospital?" Gabe's force was stern as he carefully wrapped an arm round his throbbing ribs, but a look of pure concern clouded his usually bright eyes.