Gabriel "Gabe" Eldridge (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lvlup) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} commandhq, |
Taking the empty seat, Gabe offered her a wide smile, sipping at his own drink. The action faltered a little as a high note was butchered and he shrugged. "It's a classic belter, I'd call it. Though, it's not a patch on Holding out for a Hero," he told her. "If we're talking, y'know, hairbrush classics."
He put his drink down on the table and took her hand, shaking it definitely not firmly, but politely. Gabe wasn't massively strong. He wasn't a lot of things, honestly, but he at least liked to pretend that he had a decent handshake. Half decent, or something. God, he was making a mess of everything here. But he was good at rolling with the punches.
"I am indeed," he said, "Guilty as charged. Thanks for taking pity on me and giving me your name first. Kinda feel like I'm on the back foot here. So many people know my name 'cause of the network thing but I'm not sure who anyone is. It's like being at a family gathering with extended family and family friends who you have no idea who they are but they're all pinching your cheeks and-"
He cut himself off, looking abashed that his rambling had gotten away from him. With the handshake over, he retreated, fiddling with the band around his wrist for a moment; it felt weird. Like trying to learn to get used to a new watch. This one didn't even tell the time.
"At least there's no key change in this one..."