Re: Rafe/Gabe - Cabanas - 7:45 p.m.
"Right," Rafael agreed, so quickly his words almost stumbled over Gabe's. It sounded all the more stilted for his having been silent during Gabriel's uncomfortable monologue. (Made slightly less uncomfortable, Rafael noted, by Gabriel's neatly passing over any mention of dreams.) He distracted himself from this failing by lighting his next cigarette, then tossing pack and lighter back into the bag. Immediately he set to rummaging through it once more, coming up from its depths with a flask gripped tightly in one hand. A tendril of smoke coiled up and out, following the motion of fingers and flask as he held it out to his friend.
"Of course. Would you like some? I came prepared to share. I just really wasn't in a mood for punch, and I was sure at least a few others would feel the same."