Keeping close really wasn't a problem; the more time they spent lost in the hallways of this weird and rambling house, the more unnerved Gabrielle was becoming. One hand reached up to adjust her dress, where the cloth came down from its halter shape around her neck and crossed her chest before attaching to the bodice of the white gown. It was more a gesture of nervousness than of discomfort, and when the door opened it was so perfectly silent that it gave her goosebumps in the way a creaking door might not have. THAT at least could have been written off as corny.<br/><br/>Quickly she moved in close to him, and her beringed hand sought out to curl into his own as she follwed him through the halls, giving up on the map and just going where he led her, though she chided with equal parts admonishment and fondness, "Miiiiichael, you shouldn't say that! Geez... can you imagine if God heard you and DID decide to damn this place?" She thought about it - being stuck in this house as it became host to hell and its creatures, a bane to god's followers, and shivered, all but pressing herself against his bare back in search of comfort.<br/><br/>Abruptly the side of the hallway revealed a door, a short hallway opening into a big room with lights and voices, and she swallowed a little squeal as someone with red horns and a pitchfork flashed into view and was gone, going past the doorway, her hand tightening in his. "Maybe we shouldn't have come," she whispered doubtfully, even as they moved forward to join the party, and once in she felt a little foolish for the suggestion; it was just people in costume after all, some of them friends, some of them... not quite so much, but at least people they knew.<br/><br/>Leaning against the side of the organ, Zen's eyes were riveted on the angel and the shirtless djinn that came into the room, and she scoffed softly seeing how the pretty blonde was clinging to her boyfriend. "God, she's such a pansy..." the asian girl muttered into her drink, and peered down into her cup, revealing a flash of orange and gold-painted lids before she took a long swallow; Sex on the Beach, not so easy to make at a party like this, but it had given her a chuckle just to make the attempt, given her costume, and her attentions.<br/><br/>Slowly her gaze skimmed the room, though it kept drifting back to Michael, and without thinking about it she licked her lips at the sight of him. That tanned expanse of chest probably tasted so good, and she was determined to find out. To hell with their god!<br/><br/>And the time of reckoning was just about near; the huge, heavy clock set against the far was was ticking and clicking closer to midnight now, and it looked like everybody had finally made it in - it even looked as if the news of this party had brought in people they hadn't even invited, because a vague headcount brought up way more people than she remembered them sending invitations to. No matter - the more the merrier, once the real fun began. "Hey, Di-" she called to catch the pretty Artemis' attention, and smiled in spite of herself as she nodded toward the clock - she really was beautiful, even before Paige had worked her own magic on the younger girl. The guy she was doing all this for was an idiot to not have seen it already, Zen decided.