VEGAS BABY

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There was a hypocrisy in Quinn's morals, but he didn't seemed to have noticed. He was alright with killing people, that really didn't bother him at all, besides he had to do it in order to eat. Then again, he had killed a couple of men with no intention of draining their blood and he'd done it to protect his brother. The ends justified the means. But stealing? He'd be taking from hard working American citizens. There was still a bit of a patriot in the man, left over from his time during the war. He had a resolute "no" on the tip of his tongue, but bit it back when Taxi rubbed up against him.

The blonde's words caused the taller man's eyes to narrow. Was Taxi actually insinuating that he was afraid of something? That rubbed Quinn all the wrong ways. He wasn't a wuss, wasn't afraid of anything. Hell, he'd faced some horrific shit during the war, during his capture. Fear? No way in hell. Quinn pushed away from Taxi, but not before shooting the man a sour look. He wasn't mad, not really, just mildly annoyed that someone had called his manliness into question.

He seemed to vanish for a moment, disappearing into the alleyway, apparently to retreat. He returned soon after, however, toting a large and heavy trashcan. Using his body to create momentum, he swung and chucked it into the window bursting the glass barrier into pieces. Grumbling under his breath he stepped up into the display case, grabbed the guitar and handed it to Taxi.

"Here's your goddamned guitar." He said tone grumpy before turning on his heel and continuing to walk. " Let's GO." The ass of a man barked out, kicking a beer can on the street. " Showed him what's what. Afraid? Yeah fucking right." Quinn said under his breath, on the fast track to sulks-ville.

[Rip]

Stealing was a sin, especially in little shops like this. His thought process was similar to Quinn's on the subject, sans the American and must-protect-manhood parts.

But he stopped thinking about that because this damned fat cat wouldn't leave him alone and was getting a little too friendly with his leg. Completely distracted, shaking his foot and saying 'shoo' at least ten times, Gabri didn't notice Quinn dissapear and reappear until the clang-clang of the trash can reached his ears. Looking over his shoulder, his eyes went wide and he covered his head. NOT AGAIN-

Oh, it went through the glass. Not his face.

Lowering his arms, Gabri waited for them to start walking again before nervously saying, "Uh, you're really good at the throwing things thing." The guilt swarmed back up. Theif, theif theif. Theives go to hell. Digging through his coat pocket, he pulled out the pitfiful 2.22$ and put it inside the window ledge before chasing after Taxi and meat-head. At least that would help pay for the broken window... a little bit anyway.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi waited expectantly when Quinn buggered off, looking a bit confused. That had worked, hadn't it? Either he was incredibly offended that the older vampire suggested robbery and stormed off or he was.. Well.. what the hell was he doing?

OH, that's what he was doing! AWESOME! A delighted blond took the guitar and scurried after him, examining his prize before putting it over his back using the strap. It was the perfect weight for him, and the purple guitar hung over his back like a marvelously expensive accessory. The instrument seemed to belong there.

"THAT WAS SO COOL!" There was a note of admiration his voice, coming up to Quinns side and snatching one of his hands. Smiling from ear to ear, looking up and into the eyes far greener than his and beaming. "Danke, Kuschelbär." You could practically visualize the little hearts floating around his head.

A glance was thrown back over his shoulder at Gabri, making sure he was still there. It didn't occur to him to ask where they were going, or to really care. There were more important things in his mostly air-filled head. And so he would talk enough to make up for all the conversation he missed, even if it meant never shutting up ever again. "Oh so hm Gabri told me I should write you a letter or something isn't that sweet? I didn't but I thought it was nice to say. Did I mention how totally cool that was?"

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It didn't take long at all for Quinn to get over whatever insult he had felt towards his machismo. He wasn't one to dwell on the small things for too long, besides he had other, much more important things to worry about. His brother, for one. Well, mostly just his brother. Quinn hadn't yet figured out what too do when his brother shifted. It was pretty damned hard to keep a ravenous monster under lock and key. It wasn't that he cared his brother would rampage around and slaughter who knew how many people, he was just concerned he'd lose track of Silas, or that his brother would end up hurt.

Besides, Silas always felt heartsick after a shift, having known what he'd done. Quinn wanted to spare him that, even if the guy could be an annoying, picky little shit.

The man rolled his shoulders, a lopsided smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. Maybe the Pole wasn't so bad if he realized that Quinn was strong. The man's ego purred.

"Well, I've gotten a lot of practice, haven't I?" The vampire quipped, not bothering to look behind him at Gabri. He was playing nice but Quinn couldn't help what came next. For some reason threatening people was fun. It made him feel manly. The dry humor in his tone helped dampen the effect though. Throwing a look over his shoulder, Quinn spoke in that gruff voice of his.

"Better watch yourself. Or I might just decide to start practicing with you." Oh he was feeling so very smug with himself and was smiling as he turned his attention to Taxi. Quinn found he wasn't in the least annoyed with the blonde any longer. He'd been separated from Taxi far too long to suffer any ill feelings. His smile broadened but faltered a bit.

"He did, really?" Quinn sounded surprised and chanced a look at Gabri. He almost felt guilty for barbing the guy. Almost. Green eyes returned to the German and he spoke softly. "Yeah, I guess it was." Maybe he'd consider being less of a jerk to the guy, considering this new piece of info. If he could remember.

He led them far from the nice area of the city and deep into the seedy, not so glorious section.

"Almost there," He muttered. A question emerged, something that had been bugging him since the hotel. " Hey, Gabri, what's your deal?" Quinn said his name for the first time. " I mean, with the killing random people." It was a valid question.

[Rip]

The cat, after much persuasion, appeared to take the hint and hang back, but Gabri took notice of it's knowing grin and felt he may see the return of the fat creature. These types of clingy beasts always had a way of turning the tables and popping up when they were least wanted. With his attention on his head-friend, he had heard Taxi mention the letter idea but didn't thing much about it. If he recalled correctly, Taxi had laughed at the idea and said he didn't want to look like an emotional teenage girl. Oh well, maybe he didn't think it was so silly after all.

Wait, thrown? HE DIDN'T WANT TO BE THROWN!

"U-um I'd prefer if you didn't, please." Gabri replied quickly, looking at the back of meat-head's head, eyes wide. He had never been thrown before but judging from how that trashcan exploded glass and that bed blew to smithereens when it hit the wall... it most likely hurt. Alot. He went flying off a bike once, but that probably was not the same thing at all. Getting hit by a car maybe, or a bus. Or a darn train...

The transformation from uptown to slums was always so evident. He could always tell where he was when the sidewalks began to crumble under his shoes. Graffiti, broken street lights. He could even see a beer bottle that somehow made it's way into one of the smashed up bulbs.

"Pardon?" Oh, there was that question. How to explain this? Taxi had to get him in a headlock last time to spill it, and even then he didn't believe him. Then again, Quinn could probably do alot worse. Still, better be careful about the wording. "They aren't... random. It's just my job, I guess. When my boss marks someone, I have to kill them. If I don't I get in trouble." Wonderful, now you sound like a hit man. "I suppooosee... I kill people when it's their time to die."

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Taxi wasn't paying attention. At all. He was holding Quinns hand, and was walking, but other than that he was completely detached from the conversation they were having. They were exciting and all and he really missed his man but Taxi had a fairly serious case of distraction.

He was high class. So the slums always brought him great amusement, all the different sights and smells and as horrible as it was, poor people delighted him. Just how those less fortunate than he had been in life envied him in some ways the vampire found himself enchanted by them as well.

The dirty grubby clothes and sunken eyes, the stubble of a three day old beard, the wretched stench of just filth in general. At once point during their walk Taxi managed to step on some broken glass and absolutely giggled as it shattered and clinked and was music to his ears. Kicking popcans, crushing a needle under his foot and awwwing in dissapointment as it didn't make it through the rubber of his sole and stab him in the foot. It was always a surprise what was in those things!

Finally his ADHD kicked in again and the blonde looked up at Quinn slack jawed, then back at Gabri, then back to the brunet. "Are we there yet?"

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Gabri's reply only served to create more questions than answers. Who was it that he worked for? It all sounded bizarre to Quinn, but he really didn't have the time to delve into it any further. Once the situation was smoothed over, once Quinn felt like he had a handle on things, he'd probably try to weasel more out of Gabri later.

"Well, isn't that special." Quinn sad, voice rather apathetic. It may have been an odd sight, such a grump of a man, allowing a free spirit like Taxi to hold his hand as they walked. Even stranger, perhaps, was the gentle squeeze he gave the appendage and the small, mute smile he shot in Taxi's direction. He missed the vibrant, musical vampire. At least Taxi had been willing to forgive his disappearance.

"Almost." The soldier answered, lopsided smile still sitting on his lips. He wasn't sure how Silas would take to visitors, but Quinn figured he'd just have to deal. Having only his older brother around was starting to wear on the man's nerves and his temper was even shorter than usual.

The trio came upon a particularly sad looking building, tall, almost forlorn in its dreary complexion. Quinn lead them through an alleyway, taking a side entrance to the building. The door lead them directly to a staircase of which Quinn immediately started to climb. A few flights later, Quinn passed through another door, this one leading them into a hallway. The walls were a depressing, paint-cracked gray and the lighting was poor. The carpet beneath their feet was a horrible green color stained beyond help and looking as if it had never been properly cleaned.

He fished out a key from his pocket and pushed in into the knob of door "401". Turning it, the door clicked and he pushed it open.

The apartment was small and cluttered and lit by a single lamp in the corner of the living room and the small light that was located in above the oven. The kitchen visible from the main room as they were connected, one leading into the other, divided only by a small breakfast bar. The television flickered in a black and white picture, an old western acting out on its screen. The audio was muted so the apartment was eerily silent besides the constant uneven whir of the ceiling fan.

Quinn's heart sank, leaden, instantly filled with anxiety. Did Silas leave? He'd left a goddamn note telling him to keep his ass here. Shit, it'd be nearly impossible to find him in the city if he'd wandered off. He took a few steps forward, looking around.

"Silas?" Quinn called out. There was a rustle in the bedroom and the man emerged. Quinn relaxed, about the greet his brother but Silas cut him off.

"When I woke up," He began, tone so very vindictive, " I had to use the restroom." Quinn stared at his brother blankly, raising a brow to illustrate he didn't understand the relevance. Silas sighed and rolled his eyes, obviously to illustrate just how inept Quinn was. The sandy-haired man explained.

"You know what I found when I entered said restroom to relieve myself, Quinn?"

"....A toilet?" Quinn offered helpfully, not quite grasping what the hell Silas was talking about, therefore deciding to be a brat about it.

".... A DEAD man in the gosh darned tub, Quinn." Silas concluded, face the picture of anger.

"Oh, that."

"Oh, that? Explain."

"Needed the apartment," Quinn said dismissively, giving a shrug.

Silas' eye twitched, the man flummoxed by his brother's answer.

" How does that justify killing the man, Quinn? You honestly. Gosh dang, just can't. This is beyond me," Silas was ready to launch into a lecture/tirade but stopped when he noticed there was company. He looked abashed for a moment, nearly blushing. He didn't like it when people witnessed him losing his composure.

" And who might you be?" Silas questioned, arms crossing over his chest nervously. He hadn't been expecting guests. Who were they.

Quinn, being the lazy person he was, just looked back at the two expectantly, making no effort to introduce anyone.

In hindsight he should've told Taxi and Gabri about his brother, but the ex-pilot would just roll with it.

[Rip]

He certainly didn't want to explain that he followed orders from the angel of death himself and was frequently visted by weird little messengers. The little 'messengers' were more or less there to spy on him, hense their multiple ears. The rats with the human ears embedded in their backs, plague carring and hiding in holes... then there was the four eared cats, who often ate the rats out of jelousy and spite and scratched Gabri if they could get close enough. Then the dog. Oh that damned white bitch of a dog who could turn into the frog-child-monster covered in ash and scream in a million different voice at once and made nails explode out his neck and an axe in his back and spiders in his hair and consentration consentra-

Finally the crows. Wouldn't that be interesting to explain? Yes sir, you see, when these crows land on someone- no, no they aren't normal crows; they often grin and have no shine to their eyes. Anyway, when they land on someone it means I have to kill them, cut off their heads and smash up their faces and all that. Quite a messy business usually. Sometimes they ask for special asignments, like that one head I gave Taxi for a present. That was a queer one though; they usually ask for easier things. 'Must be burried under a bridge' or 'Body must be burned to a crisp'- something along those lines. No, I don't know why they ask this, I've never questioned. Would you? I don't want to get in trouble and get hurt. Crazy? I'm not crazy. It's the truth! I'd show you if I could!

Yeah, that would work. Back to the loony bin- hey ho here we go!

Wringling the plastic braclet around his wrist, Gabri mummbled "I'm sorry" at Quinn's unimpressed responce and let his mind wander until they reached the destination. Not too bad a place, really. He had stayed in worse. Especially that one apartment of Taxi's, with the giant mess on the floor that almost killed him to clean. If he recalled, there had been sex toys (WHICH HE TOUCHED BY ACCIDENT AND BY GOD HE STILL FELT DIRTY; THERE WAS NOT ENOUGH SOAP IN THE WORLD) all over the floor and a body in the kitchen.

When Silas came out the Pole stopped dead, looking surprised but not saying anything, secretly finding it really funny that meat-head was being lectured. He leaned over and asked quietly, "Hinny, who's that?" But, once meat-head's-teacher noticed them, he just gave a sheepish wave.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

He smiled brightly up at Quinn and squeezed his hand back. Forgiven, for now. But it didn't mean it was forgotten, as there would be some serious repayment going on when they were alone. But thank god they were getting close to wherever the hell they were going, as he was borrreeddd- oh hey look, here they were!

The walls looked like they could use some paint to cheer them up and the floor would look so much better with new carpets. It would take less work than it would to clean up the front of the building, that was for sure. He stood just inside the door with Gabri and peered in. Hrmm. Low lighting was kind of cozy, he liked it. It matched how small and cute the place was in general.

Silas?

It was at this point his body stopped. Why? Because he really couldn't focus on looking like anything other than a corpse and searching his memory banks at the same time. Silas. Silas. Where was that name from. Thunder storms. Damn he had been wet. Silas. A photo. Oh, it was from a photo. Okay, what photo. OH, HOLY SHIT-

Frame became animated again, standing up straight and paying attention to the being who he had just now realized was Quinns older brother who he 'never really got a long' with. Looked like the photo, kinda. Not really. But he was dead. What the hell? Taxi scratched his nose while examining what was going on infront of him. Silas was apparently all huffy about something and getting angry with his brother, details were unimportant.

The blonde wasn't one to form strong first impressions of people. Especially those who were related to his boyfriend-things. Taxi leaned over to whisper to Gabri while keeping his gaze trained on the unfolding events. Of course, he spoke in Polish. "It's his older brother, I think. But he's supposed to be dead."

Features lighted up when he was asked for an introduction, not even caring that Quinn pretty much completely left him hanging. With his happy toothy Taxi-smile he sauntered over to the other vampires side and latched onto it. One arm took his and the other extended out his musicians hand for an obligatory handshake, even if Silas did have his arms crossed like an unfriendly grump. "Hi i'm Taxi nice to meet you and i'm very glad you're not dead like Quinn said you were!"

He had wanted to introduce himself with an appropriate title, such as Hi i'm Taxi, Quinn's lover/boyfriend/thing but it was too risky to assign it a title. And he certaintly wasn't going to say Hi i'm Taxi i'm fucking your brother exclusively! Not that he really had to say anything, the body language was there. And if Quinn himself didn't like it, then MAYBE a certain someone should have briefed them on the topic beforehand.

"OH and that's Gabri he's shy." It was added as an afterthought, but a very important afterthought.

[Obelisk]

Silas was alive, more alive than Quinn or Taxi could ever claim to be. The younger of the brothers, Quinn, had been convinced his brother had died. To his knowledge all his family had by the time he'd reached the states. How was he supposed to know to look into things more., especially when the truth was so hard to believe. Well, no really, considering the fact that Quinn, himself, was a vampire. It only made sense that werewolves were roaming around, too. Maybe. Whatever. What happened, happened so he'd just have to go along with it.

He stared at the soundless television while Gabri and Taxi made their introductions. Maybe I Love Lucy was on tonight.

Silas, who was a lithe, slender thing of a man, didn't really share much of a resemblance to Quinn save some facial features. He was taller than his brother by at least an inch and a half and had softer features, kinder eyes. The man certainly wasn't as muscular as his younger sibling but still had some presence to him, probably granted by his good posture and the set of his shoulders.

To Gabri, he smiled and it was warm and friendly, the kind to disarm even the hardest of hearts. The Pole seemed so shy which only made Silas smile all the more. He liked quiet people as opposed to the loud and rowdy crowd.

"Hello," He said, tone instantly fond. Silas, unlike Quinn, trusted too quickly. He was the type to feel immediate connections with people or rather, he was quick to judge. His slender brows rose when the boisterous German made his introduction. He planted a grin on his face, amused by how happy and pleasant Taxi seemed. The blonde's affection with his brother was strange, though. Quinn never usually let anyone hang around him like that. How very curious.

"He said I was dead, did he?" Silas said, voice deadpan. He gave his sibling a long suffering look.

"What?" Quinn said defensively, returning Silas' look with one of annoyance. " How the hell was I supposed to know you were a fucking werewolf?" The vampire growled out, just then realizing that this was the first time he'd told Gabri and Taxi the details on his brother. Oops. Forgot to mention that earlier.

"I guess I can see your point, a little." Silas then smiled that brilliantly charming smile of his again and addressed both the Pole and the German.

"Taxi, Gabri, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Silas, this pighead's older brother. As I'm sure he forgot to mention." Silas didn't even look to Quinn as he insulted him.

"I'm standing right here, you know." The younger of the two said unamusedly.

"That's kind of the point." Silas returned easily. His head jerked up a little as he recalled something. " Oh, and next time you leave a note," He said, digging said note out of his pocket, "Don't act like you're the boss of me." Silas finished with flourish as he stuck the note to Quinn's forehead with a tap of two of his fingers. He then motioned for Gabri and Taxi to follow him to the sofa. " Come on, take a load off."

"Now then, how do you two know my brother?" Silas asked politely though he had ulterior motives. Why in the world was Taxi so friendly with Quinn anyway? And his brother had never been one to pal around with shy boys.

A crumpled up note was sent sailing towards Silas' forehead. He easily caught it, Quinn sulked.

[Rip]

Supposedly dead older brother? Gabri felt like he'd just been thrown into one of those horrible soap operas, but of course, that would be very rude to say, so he kept his mouth shut. Giving the blonde nightmare a confused, non-believing look the Pole just removed his hat and stayed quiet until he was addressed. Taxi's intro was hilarious; Gabri's was more traditional. He returned the smile and offered to shake hands- nervous but polite. "Cze- er, hello."

His eyes wandered to meat-head, one eyebrow raising up. Werewolf? He had to smother the grin that was threatening to creep up on his face. Werewolf. Hopefully that was some sort of inside joke or something, because they must be crazy if they thought he was going to believe that. Just as ridiculous as Taxi's 'i am vamyr grr' statement- but Quinn was Taxi's... er friend and Quinn's brother seemed like a nice guy. Gabri also didn't want to risk angering I-like-to-throw-things by being rude and doubting their... joke thing. Across the room, he noticed a few vultures dancing with a corpse. Yeah, so, werewolves and vampires. How silly.

The back and forth bickering was funny to watch. He had alot of step-brothers back home, but he usually ended up in a headlock and really sore ribs when they felt like fighting. Despite being the oldest, he wasn't exactly the rowdiest person.

"I don't really know him." The tone was, as per usual, apologetic, but he wasn't going to explain that Quinn walked into the hotel room and threw a bed at him.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Werewolf? Taxi was a bit taken aback by this, leaning back and getting a better look at Silas. Now, Quinn and his brother may not have been privy to inter-species politics, but generally speaking the two were known to not get along terribly well. Distrust was simply worked into his very nature after six hundred years of hearing how barbaric they were. Not that he hadn't had friends who were werewolves, but, it took time.

Then again, this was Quinn's brother. Who seemed to be nice, and smiled at Gabri instead of throwing a bed at him. Besides, watching Silas be mean to his sibling was pretty damned amusing and when he sulked it was too cute. How did they know eachother? The blond bit his lip in consideration. Well, they met in a park and had sex, and then later had MORE sex, and then this was followed by having sex on a regular basis.

When everyone went to go seat themselves, the blonde set about pulling the guitar off his back and leaning it against a wall. Taxi then moved across the room to settle himself down where he belonged and where he wanted to sit- Right on Quinn's lap. And then he spoke in his gluttural German accent with a smile, although the answer to the mans question should have been becoming obvious.

"We're together." He leaned back and then continued, "So you're why he left without a word and scared me half to death?" A small laugh that was ever so pleasant on the ears. "I guess that's as good of a reason as I could've hoped for."

Atleast this meant he hadn't been off doing unspeakable things (To anyone other than him!). Poor Gabri, though, having to sit through this drama all awkwardly. Would have to buy him ice cream later.

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Silas had easily ignored the fact that Quinn had divulged the fact that he was a werewolf to the others. It was part of his life now, nothing of a surprise to Silas. Though at first he'd been hard pressed to believe his outstandingly bizarre situation. He'd assumed anyone keeping company with his brother wouldn't really be all that shocked by the revelation. Quinn was a vampire, after all.

"You're a new friend of his, then?" Silas said with a smile directed at Gabri. Quinn was never one to keep that much company, though he'd been popular during his school days. He'd been a loud and boisterous boy and Silas had to apologize for his "adventures" and pranks on many occasions. Too bad Quinn was too heavy to pick up and lock in the closet now because Silas found he wanted to do just that after every other word that left his brother's lips.

Speaking of closets...

Quinn had been quiet the entire time. He'd fallen into his old habits around his brother. Silas was the talker, the entertainer. Quinn had always been the silent, broody one. The child who never wanted to be there and hated dressing up for the occasion. It was a bit different now because Quinn was older and around people he liked, for the most part. Nothing like the old crones his mother and father always invited over.

Taxi sat in his lap and Quinn didn't bat an eye. Silas, on the other hand, was gawking like a fish out of water. Had Taxi seriously just said what Silas thought he had said? It did make sense, though, because the two were mighty affectionate with each other for two men. Silas, being the calm and intelligent type, could've acted with grace.

But he didn't.

"You're gay[/b]?" Silas exclaimed, horrified. His wide eyes darted to Gabri and he instantly became very nervous. " Oh, oh. Don't tell me your 'company' is part of one of those gay encouter....experience THREESOME things." The man was besides himself. Never had he considered that his brother could ever bat for the other team. Silas, though living in modern times, still held onto some of those beliefs prevalent in the 1940's.

Quinn stared at his brother with a humorless, long-suffering look. He didn't bother to move from his seat and instead curled an arm around Taxi and gave his brother a sharp stare.

" How could you not know?" He asked, tone accusing Silas of stupidity.

"How could I not know? There were NEVER any clues."

Quinn scoffed at that, reversing roles with his brother, becoming the calm one.

"Do you remember that time we found those porn mags in Uncle Jake's basement?"

Silas looked stricken but nodded his head mutely.

Quinn nearly rolled his eyes but continued.

"I TOLD you then that I liked naked men."

"YOU WERE TWELVE."

"SO?"

" A TWELVE YEAROLD CAN'T BE GAY."

"SINCE WHEN?

"Since....WELL HOW THE HECK WOULD YOU KNOW AT THAT AGE?!"

"I TOLD YOU I LIKED NAKED MEN."

"Well how was I supposed to know you meant it?"

"Yes, because every twelve year old boy says that."

" Shutup."

The shouting match had ended in a grudging silence but Quinn spoke up, recalling what Silas had assumed Gabri's presence was for.

" Oh, and Taxi and I aren't planning on a threesome. Gabri's here because Taxi likes him. Not in THAT way though. He's a serial killer." Quinn spoke as if his words actually made sense.

"You're a serial killer?" Silas questioned, scandalized. For one who had put on such a charming front, it had quickly fallen apart in the light of such surreal news.

His brother was a gay vampire who hung around with innocent looking serial killers.

He needed a fucking drink, not that he did drink. But this was enough for him to seriously consider starting.

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The vultures and the corpse served as a wonderful distraction so he didn't have to watch Taxi and Quinn. Explaining his discomfort would be, well, rude and it was much easier to just advert his attention else where. They were playing limbo, how funny.

But then the soap opra got much, much worse. Apparently, meat-head's brother did not know about meat-head's romantic attachments. Great. It also appeared he was going to have to defend his sexuality for the second time that night. Turning a deep shade of violet, Gabri opened his mouth and choked out, "I'm not-" before he was cut off by the sibling banter.

Back and forth, back and forth. It was like watching a tenis match, though far more entertaining. 'Entertaining' if you didn't have one of the participants thinking you were homosexual. That little notion had Gabri incredibly flustered and anxious. But he couldn't interupt. That was- oh for god's sake you get it.

Luckily he didn't have to explain that he was straight because Quinn did it for him. And added on that he was a murderer. But he wasn't techincly a-

"You're a serial killer?"

"NO I'M NOT!" His usually quiet voice boomed and he flushed right afterwards, embarissed by himself. He wasn't a serial killer. Not really. It was his job only it was more then his job. It was just what he did. It was like asking why a werewolf turned into a werewolf. At least, thats what Gabrjel thought. "I'm a reaper."

A rat crawled out from under the sofa, a black sickly looking thing with a human ear growing out of it's back. It looked at him, chattered excitedly, then crushed crushed it's bones as it squeezed through the cracks in the floor.

[KOCHI-KOCHI]

Quinn was being quiet. Uncharacteristically so, but the blonde didn't mind it. Sort of nice after that fight they had, to just groove on it and let the warm air soak into his skin and feel Quinns body behind him. It wasn't as though he was going to protest the man shutting the hell up. But SOMEBODY wasn't silent- Wait, what?

It wasn't often in this world that this sort of situation happened. Taxi never stayed quiet and let the room explode around himself. Because he was usually the one causing supreme amounts of drama and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Silas didn't know?

Brow quirked as he relaxed back into the taller man, hugging the strong arm that wrapped around his body. This was a conversation that he'd never had but witnessed a whole lot, so he knew well enough to just shut the fuck up and listen. Watching the relationship between the brothers was pretty damned interesting though.

By the end of the conversation he was grinning like the cat who just caught the canary. And swallowed it whole. It was a side hadn't gotten to see before. But the reminded him of Gabri being in the room and looked over to his poor friend who was ONCE AGAIN accused of having sexual relationships with him.

Apparently this was all cleared up though, and he was left with nothing to say or do that was sensational. Usually he would feel the urge to throw in a spark of drama or excitement, but that seemed to be taken care of for him. So in a quiet pleased voice he only added, "Like the grim reaper." Thankyou Taxi. Because we had no idea. He really wasn't any help right now, and didn't care. He was enjoying the moment.