Two scoops, please

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Gabrjel Gorske adjusted his hat when they left the apartment and tucked away his metal hatchet so it was safely hidden under his coat. He felt a little silly, considering both the main reason they were leaving in the first place and their destination, but the Pole said nothing of it and just fixed his scarf instead. Still not sure if he should feel embarrassed by this little trip or not, Gabri's mind was going over various scenarios which explained just why this was such a bad idea. Infact, it had the potential to be very dangerous.

They were getting ice cream.

That thought did make his cheeks turn a tad rosy. Then again, aside from embarrassment (which was going to happen anyway, considering he was, you know, Gabri), there were a few factors he wasn't sure Silas-aka meat-head's brother- was aware of. For one, Gabri was a serial killer and known escapee from a mental institution down in Philadelphia. He had killed about three people in Las Vegas, and his appearance hadn't changed very much. Well, he had a new coat, but other then that...

There was that janitor, but to be fair Taxi had killed that one. Gabri just bashed his face up a little bit. Then there was the fat fellow who's head in the laundry started all this trouble. After that, that poor girl who he had murdered out of panic... they weren't likely to forget him anytime soon. Of course the Vaseline smelling Doctor and Chuck the Guard who Taxi (apparently) blew up to get him out of the asylm... and the few people who the blonde nightmare ate...

Oh dear.

"Silas," Gabri began, sliding his hands into his pockets and coming beside the man. "I'm not especially sure if this is the best idea. Not that I don't appreciate it, but..."

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Silas was dressed in a haphazard collection of clothing. Jeans that were a bit too big around the waist but a little too short length wise. He wore a t-shirt that declared a person's love for some band he'd never even heard of. His shoes were a little too tight, having been pilfered from the very man they were "borrowing" and apartment from. He looked like a fool, but Silas didn't care. He was happy to be out and about.

It was late but Silas was pretty sure he'd seen some all night diners around. Las Vegas wasn't really a city that ever slept either. He was really looking forward to a bowl of mint chocolate chip. The fears and worries about the future, about what could and would go on were a far away nightmare for now.

His blue eyes moved up to Gabri and Silas smiled that soft, nice sort of smile. He totally had no clue what Gabri was so afraid of. Blinking a bit surprised, the eldest of the Belmont's spoke, keeping his tone light.

"What's wrong, Gabri? It's just icecream. Nothing bad can come of it, except a tummy ache." He broke into a grin then, always thinking he was funnier than he actually was. He tried to keep track of where they were going and where they had been so that they could find their way back, but still tried to keep most of his attention on the Polishman.

"You just need to relax, you're too uptight! And what better way to relax than with two scoops of your favorite flavor?" Too dorky, too cheesy, too brotherly. That was Silas for you.

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Actually, it was rather cold out so Gabri would have preferred coffee or hot chocolate- but his personal tastes in relaxing wasn't quite the point. What did matter was that Silas was apparently painfully oblivious, and that unnerved the wannabe reaper. Bad things tended to happen when he wasn't actually doing anything bad. For instance, taking a walk one night resulted in a police chase and fire-armed hookers, but nothing ill-mannered happened while he murdered three people. When doing 'bad', he was safe. Anything else was fair game to bad luck and bad karma apparently. With the likelihood of an unwanted situation rearing it's head, it was not good if meat-head's slightly dorky brother was left unawares.

Nervous but unable to keep the information to himself, Gabri looked to him and said, "Actually alot worse could happen, and I'd very much prefer if I got you back to mea-... Quinn in one piece. Other wise he might throw me out a window. Or through one." He had never been tossed through a window before, but after seeing trashcans smashing them to bits he decided that it was probably not very pleasant at all. He also had a healthy amount of fear when it came to the bad tempered porcupine-man.

The notion that the Pole was looking after the werewolf was highly amusing, but there was more responsibility on him then Silas. If Gabri got hurt, it wouldn't really be a big deal. Taxi might make a few sad faces and whatnot but otherwise he wasn't expecting much of a reaction. Now if meat-head's long lost brother did, then Holy Father Creator of heaven and Earth would there be a war. Somehow or other it would end up being Gabrjel's fault even if he didn't really contribute to it, and he'd get thrown out the window. Or run over. Or thrown out the window and THEN run over, and then what was left of him would probably be stomped on with cleats, electrocuted and flushed down the toilet.

... whine.

Swallowing and fidgeting his hands, he asked offhandedly, "Are you really a werewolf?"

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It really wasn't about the icecream, it had never really ever been about the icecream. Silas just wanted out. He needed to stretch his legs, to feel like his own man, not like a prisoner. First it had been those people in that facility. Then it had been his own brother. Quinn meant well, he did, but the hardheaded man was too controlling. Silas understood that his younger brother's paranoid keeping of him stemmed from the fear of loss, but man, lay off, would you? He wanted to say that so many times, had, but it only resulted in Quinn sulking or looking hurt. In the end Silas had played the invalid, allowing Quinn to hole him up in one place after the other. If only for his brother's sake, for his comfort. That's how it had always been.

Taxi and Gabri had brought a welcomed distraction and there he was, walking the streets of Las Vegas. Silas offered the Pole a small, if tired, smile.

"You don't need to worry so much, Gabri. It's not good for the health, you know?" He started innocently enough, but his tone soon turned serious. " You don't need to be afraid of Quinn, I can handle him. He's just a dog whose bark is worse than his bite." That was mostly true and Silas had a feeling he could control his brother just as he did when they were younger.

"You should've seen the tantrums he threw when he was younger." Silas said, sounding wistful, regaining that light, amused note to his voice.

He couldn't help but laugh at Gabri's next question.

"Are you -really- a reaper?" Silas returned easily before abruptly coming to a stop. He hadn't been paying attention. He'd just been walking and talking and not keeping track. Uh oh.

"Um, Gabri?" Silas said, swallowing. " You wouldn't, by chance, have any idea where we are?" Most of the places around them seemed closed. There was, however, a bar across the street that was open, if the rowdy noise coming from it was any indication. Outside and parked was a row of motorcycles. Maybe he'd ask for directions.

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Gabri didn't have much of a bark or a bite. While there were those rare incidences where he most certainly didn't seem so submissive and kind, it was just easier to go with the flow in the long run. Also, the fact that Taxi liked Quinn that much was enough for the Pole to make an extra effort. It was terribly rude to not be courteous of a friend's friend. It was also perfectly ok if meat-head didn't like him, even hate him; Gabri would still try to be nice.

"Worrying is what I do." He returned the smile. "I'd just rather keep the peace if I can, that's all." The grin faltered a little at the question retort, but the expression vanished when Silas spoke again. Hmm. "I don't know Sin City well."

The situation was leaning towards potentially problematic. If they got lost... one they'd probably get arrested once someone recognized him, and two if they escaped they'd have to deal with enraged-bed-thrower (regardless of Silas' insisting, Gabri wasn't willing to take the chance of getting thrown out the window). His strange grey eyes mulled over the street until they settled on the bar. He sighed deeply, sounding relieved, and said, "Ah, the universe provides." before crossing the road.

For someone deathly afraid of a single spiky haired guy, the tall, quiet man didn't seem to have any qualms about walking into a biker bar. Well, Gabri was very odd after all. Then again, there were extra neon signs that only he could see, indicating that this particular bar was good lucky. Huh. He paused to look over his shoulder and gesture towards Silas before taking off his hat and heading inside.

The bar was dimly lit as most were, with that sickly pale yellow that was just bright enough to see but not explosive enough to hurt a headache. Anyone with a headache would be incredibly depressed in this bar though, with that god-awful yelling and booming, drunk laughs. The owner was apparently incredibly fond of Harley-Davidson; there were even numerous motorcycles (some taken a part and others in perfect condition) on display along the back walls. The grizzled, dangerous looking men turned to look at the very out of placed new-customers (death-glares and sneers for the most part), but the Polish boy looked obliviously happy and didn't notice.

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" Well, here's hoping that Quinn will meet you halfway and at least try not to be a butt." Silas said with a humored grin. Making fun of his brother was one of his favorite pass times. Though if anyone else was to poke fun at Quinn and mean it, Silas would likely get defensive. That's how siblings worked, or at least, that's how they worked.

His step light, his mood cheery, Silas followed Gabri into the bar. For being the supposed wiser and more intelligent brother, Silas wasn't expecting what greeted them. He had thought it'd be seedy and rundown, but the dark, questioning looks sent their way put Silas on edge. He did his best to look unaffected but his eyes were a little wider. A deer thrown into a den of wolves.

"Uh, Gabri, on second thought, maybe we should look elsewhere?" Silas said as quietly as he could, though he still had to speak loudly to communicate over the din of noise. He made an effort to stick close to Gabri's side, safety in numbers, after all. Not that two, skinny men could do much against an army oh hairy gorilla bikers. Silas looked at Gabri. Maybe the Pole could magic up a sickle and fend them off. Or something. Silas' mind tended to fabricate bizarre scenarios when he was nervous. It served to calm him down somehow, tricking his mind into believing that when push came to shove, he'd somehow come out on top.

Silas made it to the bar and sat, putting his arms on top of the wooden surface. Somehow having the solid table in front of him was calming. It was like a flotation device, a life jacket, amidst a tumultuous and dangerous sea of super masculine and scary men. Even the women their seemed like they could kick his ass if they wanted to. That might've been attractive if it wasn't his ass Silas had the worry about. He made it a point not to make any eye contact.

The bartender came up to Silas and gave him a long, obvious assessing look.

"What will it be?" He questioned in his rough baritone.

"Um... juice?" Silas wasn't a drinker.

The man gave him a long look then barked a laugh. Silas visibly deflated and blushed a bit, ducking his head and wanting to vanish that very instant.

"Nothing then, thanks." He muttered and the bartender left, still snickering to himself.

Maybe going out wasn't such a good idea.

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The notion of looking somewhere else for directions was silly, and rediculously so. Gabri looked at Silas with confusion and mild amusement. "Why?" Perhaps the connection of enormous men and pain didn't quite click in his known-to-be disturbed brain, or perhaps he was just naive. Regaurdless, the wannabe reaper didn't have any of his new friend's jumpiness. Actually, he looked more at ease in here then he did outside, where a cop could be watching at any corner and a prostitue with the inablity to dress herself could leap out with a shot gun aimed at his head.

The Pole watched the werewolf make for the bar and shrugged inwardly before wandering into the opposite direction towards a few leather-jacket-wearing guys playing pool. Lazily playing pool. Gabri noticed that they weren't trying to do anything fancy at all, or anything even remotely impressive. One of the smaller men was just rolling the balls across the table, trying to knock down beer bottles like poor-man's bowling.

He strode up easily, smiling a pleasent smile. "Hello, we got a little lost- maybe one of you could give us directions?" The group went silent, staring long and hard at the Pole, before the biggest man began to chuckle and the rest of them took up on it.

"Could, but won't." said the leader turning away to throw the seven ball at the final standing bottle. He hit and it fell over. "Sorry."

Gabri concidered this deliemma for a short time before the obvious solution presented itself as a little bilboard in his head. He waited two seconds after the beer bottle fell before speaking again. "What if I beat you in pool- would you give us directions then?"

This time, the laughter was roaring. The entire bar was alive with it, tables were shaking with it, though Gabri only blinked and waited for a proper responce. The men pounded their firsts on the tables and stools and someone cried, "Bet him your bike while your at it!"

"No, I wouldn't want to take that, but thank you." That tiny, innocent, good natured comment of Gabrjel's slaughtered the laughs instantly. The head man glowered, his pride wounded, and while the reaper remained oblivious to his own ego shot the man stood up. He was taller by five inches and six times the musclar mass, and he glared down at the obvious about to-be-dead outsider. "What you say, boy?"

"I don't want to take your bike when I win." Boy looked surprised. "Just directions is fine."

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Silas was really out of element. He wanted to have the superpower of invisibility at that moment, to disappear in the presence of all the intimidating men and women. His thought process was running super fast and went something like this:


Oh my lord. I'm going to die. Someone here is going to kill me with their big manly gorilla fists. I need to stay calm. WHAT WAS THAT? Oh someone dropped a glass. Okay, get it together Silas, get it together. Just don't look at anyone or anything. Just look at nothing. How in the heck do I do that? I have to look at -something-. Oh gosh, I just made eye contact with that bald guy over there. I hope he doesn't get mad. I hope he doesn't get to wrong idea. Oh god. I don't even want icecream anymore. What was his problem with the juice, anyway? Did he really have to laugh. That was so mean. Woah, what's Gabri doing?! He's going to get himself killed! Alright Silas, suck it up. You're a big, mean werewolf. You aren't afraid of anything. OH LORD IS THAT A SPIDER?

And at the sight of said spider, Silas was up and out of his seat in an instant. The stool had almost toppled over in his mad hop away from the eight-eyed demon (which was about the size of a popcorn kernel, if smaller). Feeling like an ass yet again, Silas made a quick dash towards Gabri and was up at the Pole's side soon enough to hear the bargains being made.

Now Silas was out of his element and he was hopeless at gambling, but he knew something Gabri didn't. Not accepting the bet of the man's bike would probably piss said man off and result in pain and nastiness.

"Aw, come on Gabri. Stop kidding the guy. You know you want his bike, it's probably really nice. Wouldn't want to offend this nice gentleman by not taking him up on his offer would you?" Silas could only hope that Gabri would be able to understand his hint. The elder Belmont was just praying to get out of the situation intact.

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The huge animal of a man leaned forwards, about ready to tear off Gabri's head for even daring to suggest that he'd win when Silas came up. The cold, harsh glare was shot in his direction, but luckily the Pole had enough time to concider and replied before any broken jaws and bloody noises would begin.

Well, if they concidered it rude to object...

"Ok, if I win would you give us directions and your bike?" He vaguly concidered what in the world he'd use a motorcycle for since he didn't even know how to turn one on. The question caught the man off gaurd, and after a long, hard, snarling stare at the overly polite jackass he nodded and sneered. "Yeah. Directions and my bike."

The entire bar was snickering and crowded around to watch. The large beast happened to be well known around the area for his ability in pool, and the idea that this shabby looking dork could even get one ball in was rediculous. That's what they thought, anyway, as they leaned in their chairs and exchanged humorous glances, until the man asked (told) Gabri to break.

He positioned the stick and struck the white ball at a slight angle and all at once, four stripes darted down the corner pockets. Afterwards, everything went downhill. With the increasing frustration of the giantgantic bear-man, Gabri even skipped three turns out of pitty and scratched it twice. He still proceeded to whipe the floor with the big, mean biker while standing quietly.

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"... then you take a left and head straight down main street... it'll be on the right after about three blocks..."

Gabri tried to listen and remember to the instructions, but the fact that he was holding a very expensive motorcycle's keys in his hand was slightly distracting. He thanked them, and when they had gone - with the grizzly-man giving pitiful moans- he turned towards meat-head's brother and asked, "Um, do you know how to drive one of these?"

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Silas, sufficed to say, had been shocked when Gabri put the biker to shame. He hadn't guessed for an instant that the modest Polish man was an ace at pool. At the start, the werewolf, had been formulating an escape plan, but that later proved to be unnecessary. He was careful not to look the biker who had just lost his most prized possession in the eye as Gabri and he passed him by. Silas wanted to bubble over with the giddy energy building up inside of him, but knew that wouldn't be wise, not while the bikers were still in earshot. Silas didn't feel like being pummeled to death.

He gave a low, appreciative whistle at the sight of the bike. Silas didn't know how to drive on, let alone how to even crank it up. He did know a nice, pretty machine when he saw one. Suddenly he was very glad the biker who had lost the vehicle didn't try to kill them in attempt to get his motorcycle back.

"Wow, Gabri, I really had no idea you were that good at pool." Silas said, careful to keep his voice low. " You sure showed him!" A grin. The expression turned apologetic as Gabri asked if Silas could drive it.

"You too, huh?" Silas said then sighed out, smile sheepish. " Guess we better get rolling." With that he grabbed the handlebars on one side and waited for Gabri to mirror the movement. "At least we know where we're going now." It occurred to him that they'd look like idiots rolling a perfectly good motorcycle down the street, but better that than ending up with your brains plastered against the asphalt.

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"It wasn't anything." Gabri replied, looking over the bike with curiosity and just a touch of resentment. "He really wasn't very good. I wish he didn't bet me this. Thank you though." In all honesty, he felt awful about taking the motorcycle away, but a deal's a deal and he really didn't have much of a choice. Maybe he could give it away. Who did he know who could ride one of these? Taxi or Quinn, maybe. That might be a better present then a dead body. He had an idea that Taxi might be horrorfying on one though. Maybe give it to Quinn. ... who threw things.

... errk...

Gabri took the other side and helped Silas push, and in the back of his mind he tried to crasp the thin little string that had a note attached to it, suggesting a much easier way to do this. Unfortinately he couldn't grab the string because his hands were on the bike handles.

Along the way back to the apartment, someone threw icecream at them from a car. Gabri concidered the irony and grinned.