<div class="floatleft">(https://vignette.wikia.nocookie.net/wikisuburra/images/8/8c/Lelemarchillisuburra.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20180908174344&amp;path-prefix=it)</div>If the blonde one had looked around with feigned nonchalance, the darker haired one had taken a freaking baseball bat to nonchalance. Gabe felt his pulse race just from the look she was giving the pair of them. At the same time - and with the same general organ - something got rather larger at the same time as two other parts got a little smaller and tighter.  All that from just a look; she should be forced to give out health warnings.<br/><br/>... Mind you sooner or later something was going to kill you. If it was going to be this woman then Gabe was going to go out with a smile on his face. Or the dark-haired woman if he was<strong>really</strong>lucky.<br/><br/>There were giggles from blondie over what her friend had done and then, after a moment's hesitation, blondie came back with the cutest - and funniest - 'come hither' look that Gabe had seen in a long time. His own smile mimicked hers in response. They were all 'putting on a show' for each other but at the same time all realized that it was a show.<br/><br/><em>"Gabe, my friend.... Let's go introduce ourselves, shall we?"</em>suggested Brett as he got up.<br/><br/>"Wait, what?" He squeaked. Where was the plan? Where was the 'you take that one and I'll take that one'? Where even was the super-quick round of rock-paper-scissors subtly hidden from the two women so as not to appear rude? Brett might not need a freaking plan but Gabe did. This was no time to be courting off the cuff given that they had a Playboy Mansion to fill up. Of course all of that happened behind Brett's back since he didn't need a freaking plan. Gabe jumped off his stool to follow his friend and then had to immediately turn around to grab his beer since he'd forgotten it.  He rushed over to where Brett was introducing himself to the two women.<br/><br/><em>"I'm Brett, and this..."</em>Brett gestured towards Gabe,<em>"is Gabe..."</em><br/><br/>"I'm Gaaay.... Gaaay... Gabriel." Gabe stuttered, suddenly afflicted by a stutter that he'd thought was long behind him. "Gabriel" he said then with some conviction. "Not gay!" He snapped out with perhaps a little too much emphasis. "Not gay. Not that there is anything wrong with that, of course, but just that I'm.....". He couldn't look at Brett. Brett's look would be the death of him. Wingmen were meant to have your back, be the foil to your wit, not the idiot you were lumbered with because otherwise they'd go off and hurt themselves. In two seconds flat he'd announced that he was gay and then not gay.<br/><br/>"Gabriel Leland, confirmed heterosexual. Gabriel or Gabe for short. Either is fine by me. Hello." He smiled broadly at the two women and then at Brett for good measure. There, situation recovered. Maybe no one even noticed the slip?<br/><br/><em>“I guess we could do with some company,”</em>blondie, Lauren as it turned out, said sweetly.<em>“Gabe, you sit right here by me.”</em><br/><br/><em>“You boys are down here on Spring Break? From where?”</em><br/><br/>"Yep. Virginia," Gabe replied, grateful for a clear question that had a clear answer with no lurking traps for him to fall into. He was about to move to do exactly as Lauren had said before Brett tapped his leg lightly with his foot and gestured to the seat next to Monica that he had had his hand on up to that point. The two men shared the briefest of looks (hopefully invisible) and then Gabe sat down next to Monica as Brett stepped over towards Lauren.<br/><br/>"Gabriel Leland, confirmed heterosexual. Hi." He said to Monica since it could do with being reinforced. He put out his hand in the hopes that she'd take it at least briefly and he could die a happy man after all.<br/><br/>"We're staying a little out of town and just got in today. How about yourselves? Are you from far away?"<br/><br/>Okay, so now he was getting in his stride. His foot was on the floor and no longer in his mouth and Monica hadn't - so far - showed any fangs and bitten him in the neck with them. Still, it was early days.<br/><br/>He sipped his beer since he assumed that was the kind of thing that self-assured men did in the presence of equally self-assured women. "Did you both eat yet?"