Re: Gabe/Nish/Rafe - 8:02 p.m., back by the punch bowl
Rafael was already at the punch before Nish was halfway through her unconvincing spiel. In his haste to obtain a bit of booze he missed the look on her face, the small changes that had occurred in her since he had first spied her across the room. But he noticed quickly enough once he had his drink in hand, and cast a quick look over her. After a bracing sip of the makeshift cocktail—strong, he noted, with no small amount of relief—he let a slight furrow crease his brow.
"I'm not sure I believe you," he said. He frowned softly, his eyes glinting gold as they reflected the sheen of his mask. Careless, thoughtless, he drifted back to Gabriel's side, letting a hand fall to the small of his back. He stroked idly at the fabric there, feeling the warmth of his body through the cloth. "Things, uh, didn't go so well with James?"