Greer and Gabriel
Greer was having a fabulous time. She loved meeting Zania and Nic, and their friends. Dev and Rost seemed to be enjoying themselves too and Greer didn’t hesitate in approaching various people to talk to them, or take up their palms for a reading. The dark haired woman had seemed amused by the ill fortune Greer saw in her hand but Greer had to assume that was the liquor talking... or smirking in this case.
After enjoying some of the music while wandering around the house to get a better feel for the inhabitants, Greer spotted a man she had yet to say hello to. He was young and attractive and Greer’s gaze narrowed as she studied him. He was special, though she couldn’t tell how. Walking over to him, Greer offered out her hand to him. “We haven’t met yet, have we? I’m Greer.”
Gabriel was having a good time too. It wasn’t as big of a party as he was used to, but it was still fun and there were plenty of people to talk to. The ‘decorations’ were just wild, and Zania seemed to be enjoying herself, so Gabriel was already counting it a success. As long as nobody got crazy and things turned bad or anything, it would be a good night. He was perusing the snack table when he was approached. As the only person of color at the party, he felt like he stuck out, so he wasn’t surprised. Gabriel looked over and smiled at Greer, taking her hand for a friendly shake. He’d spotted her, of course, but didn’t know who she was exactly. Just someone Zania knew. “Don’t think so, nah,” he answered. “I’m Gabriel. Nice to meet ya.”
"Gabriel. Like the angel?" Greer smiled, keeping hold of Gabriel's hand. He seemed friendly and would probably humor her. She gripped his palm as she turned it upright. "Do you mind?" she asked, arching a brow. "Some people don't like it when I read their palms, so I don't want to assume." Even though she was still holding onto his hand, her thumb brushing along the lines in his flesh. But alcohol helped lower inhibitions and frankly, Greer thought some people in this room would benefit from physical touch, even from a stranger.
Gabriel wasn’t too surprised when Greer didn’t let go of his hand. He’d noticed her reading several other palms throughout the evening, it seemed to be her particular party trick. “Yeah, like the angel,” he said with an easy grin. “And I don’t mind, read away.” He was a believer in psychics and the like, though he’d grown up in a city full of fakes and charlatans ... there were real ones mixed in. It felt natural to meet one here, in this crowd. “Thanks for askin’,” he added, chuckling softly. It was considerate, at least.
She hummed a response deep in her throat, her eyes on his palm that was now cradled in both of her hands. Greer could tell he would have a strong grip, but he could also be gentle. "I get an earthy feel from you," she said, trailing her fingertip over his life line. "Like...dirt and flowers, but... something else I can't put my finger on. You're so resourceful." Greer sighed and then smiled up at him. "That helps you avoid trouble, doesn't it?" Gabriel definitely had his faults, but that was okay. Everybody did. Greer wasn't getting a violent or bad vibe from him at all, but he wasn't as open to her as some of the others had been tonight.
He smirked at her calling him out as earth that fast, though he was aware it could’ve been a guess based on his style or an unconscious bias to his skin color or something. Gabriel preferred to think it was real insight. “Most of the time, at least,” he told her with a wicked sort of grin. “It’s come in handy at times. Those’re good things though, tell me somethin’ bad.” He liked flattery as much as the next guy, but hearing about flaws was always more interesting when it came to things like this. It took more talent than blowing smoke up somebody’s ass about how lucky they would end up in business or whatever.