<div class="floatleft">(http://i45.tinypic.com/2eztcma.png)</div><strong>Name</strong>: Gabe Alvarez<br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Row<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Nette<br/><strong>Date</strong>: July 28th<br/><strong>Time</strong>: 8AM onwards<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/>Gabe glared when Nette slapped away his hand, gritting his teeth and trying to keep a modicum of calm. Getting angry never worked with Nette and he didn't like being angry with her anyway.<br/><br/>"What the fuck was I supposed to do, huh?" he muttered, shrugging and gesturing vaguely, "If somebody ain't paying up, I make sure they pay up. I can't help if there was a little collateral damage!" he spoke with common sense, though he didn't comment on the fact that yes, he was high. Nette knew him well enough to expect nothing less by now, surely.<br/><br/>The young man couldn't help the small whimper of pain when Nette tugged his hand away from his side a little too harshly. He stumbled backwards, suddenly anxious and tried to keep his shirt down so that she wouldn't see. Gabe knew that she would get upset and even more angry at the black and blue state of his ribs and he thought it best if she just didn't see them at all.<br/><br/>"Nette, really, I'm fine," he spoke calmly, softly as he looked into her eyes, trying to make her believe his words, "It's nothin' too bad, honest, m'just a little stiff," he lifted a hand to cup her face, gently brushing over her cheek with the pad of his thumb.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry I got mad, mis cielos<sup><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">[1]</span></sup>. I just don't like when you're hurt," Gabe mumbled, biting his lip as he scuffed his sneakers on the ground.<br/><br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;">[1] My skies.</span>