Gabriel was far from at ease as he watched the guests arrive, eagerly anticipating the appearance of one in particular.  He kept an eye on the three girls, as best he could from under a sheet at least, and moved awkwardly through the growing crowd of costumed partiers.  He bumped hard into a burly guy dressed as a caveman, and didn't even bother to make eye contact or apologize.  He heard the guy spit some obscenity at him as he walked away, but it didn't matter.  Gabe's mind was elsewhere.<br/><br/>His irritation grew as he tried to shoulder his way through the quickly multiplying guests, finding himself blocked from the main doorway by a crowd of Musketeers.  Gritting his teeth, he forced his way between them and growled.  "Move, you're blocking the door!"<br/><br/>Once past them, Gabe found himself outside the main throng.  It truly was a lot of people, and for a moment, Gabe was nervous.  Things could easily get out of hand, and he would have some very serious explaining to do in the morning.  He might possibly lose his job.  Was it worth it?  Just for her?<br/><br/>Just as soon as he thought about her, as if on cue, he saw her.  Rebekah was moving away from the crowd, at a diagonal from him, and she looked...<em>Incredible!</em>He hadn't really thought Kurt would be able to convince her to wear it, but he had done it.  She was in that skimpy catgirl costume, and she looked every bit as perfect as Gabriel had imagined.  She had her knucklehead hanging on her arm, though.  Gabe knew he wouldn't be able to do anything until the moment the spell took hold.  Frantic, he pulled his phone out underneath the sheet and checked it.<em>Oh, shit!</em><br/><br/>Time had gotten away from him, and now Rebekah was threatening to do the same.  He scrambled after her, careful not to trip over the trailing excess of his sheet, and did his best to not be seen as he followed the pair into the shadows.<br/><br/>Michael had eyes for very little as he walked into the ballroom.  With his arm tight around Gabrielle's waist and his hand resting on her hip, all he could think about was how soft she felt.  It was rather jarring to see a devil go bounding past them, and it snapped him out of his hormone-driven haze enough to wonder if Gabrielle were actually right.  This was not their kind of place, really, and he was afraid they would stick out.  It was too late to back out now, though, and besides, this was likely the best chance he would have to get "personal" with his girlfriend.  "Aww, it's okay.  If it gets too crazy, we'll just leave.  It's not like we have to stay the whole time."  He twisted and toyed with his ring again unthinkingly.  "Oh, hey," he said casually, pointing at the massive clock standing against the far wall.  "It's midni-"<br/><br/>Before the words were even out of his mouth, the lights flickered and died, and a strong rush nearly shoved Michael on his ass.  It was a strange feeling, surely, and he was at a loss for words as he tried to figure out what had happened, what<em>was</em>happening.  He felt... lighter.  There was no chill anymore, either... In fact, he was swelteringly hot.  Wrapping his arms tighter around Gabrielle, he opened his mouth to speak, but the words were slow in coming.  "Gab... Gabrielle... "  His voice was different, and it shocked him beyond belief.  He was speaking in a deep rumbling baritone.  "What's going on?"