Greer and Gabriel
Greer's smile widened. Rarely did anyone want to hear the negative aspects of themselves. Or their future, although Greer was less inclined to discuss that with people. She was honest, but she could usually tell who could take it, and who couldn't. She went back to looking at his palm, sliding her thumbs out over his skin. Greer didn't speak right away, but pulled her bottom lip between her teeth in mild concentration. "You're selfish," she said finally, pointing out one of the lines on his palm. "You sometimes make rash decisions that could affect other people, but you don't always care." Greer arched a brow and lifted her gaze up to his again. "Very few people mean as much to you as you do to them. Is that bad enough, or should I look deeper?"
Gabriel watched her face as she looked at his palm. He could’ve passed off the first part -- everyone was selfish in some way or another -- but the rest of it was too on point to be dismissed. “That’s prob’ly bad enough,” he answered with a soft laugh. Gabriel let Greer continue to hand onto his hand though. He knew himself, he wasn’t afraid or ashamed of who he was. He’d been raised with a fierce sense of loyalty to His People and that was what counted, to him. “Least you didn’t feed me some ‘you work too hard’ bullshit. Not the worst you’ve seen, right?” he asked.
"Not the worst," Greer agreed. "Because you take care of the people you're loyal to." She smirked softly as she studied his hand. "I'm glad you would recognize the 'you work too hard' line as bullshit, though. But... that may be required of you later... working hard. Things won't be easy for you in this town." She released his hand and sighed. "Unfortunately I see that in a lot of people. But you're fairly self-sufficient, so I think you have a real chance at being okay." Greer certainly didn't want to be a downer at a festive party, but no, she didn't like to bullshit when she read someone's palm and saw something unsettling.
The part about him taking care of his people was definitely true. The rest made Gabriel arch a curious eyebrow. He thought of the vague warnings he’d gotten about this town from his aunt, the weird things he’d heard rumors about, and the bugs in the lighthouse with Zania. So that was just something to file away, wasn’t it? “Sounds like things ain’t easy on many people here. That’s reassurin’ though, thanks,” Gabriel said to Greer with a low chuckle and another sip out of his cup. “How ‘bout you? You doin’ all right here?” He had no idea how long the woman had lived in Point Pleasant, maybe she was a native and knew the ropes, or maybe she was a transplant already looking for a way out.
"I'm doing great," Greer said, cheery despite the doom and gloom she delivered. Point Pleasant was unnerving at times, but it could also be fascinating and a little cozy. She also had Dev and Rost, so it was hard to be miserable or scared when she was so happy. "It's never a dull day in Point Pleasant," she added before glancing around. "You're with... Zania, yes? She seems very colorful." And Greer meant that in the best way possible. There was some interesting people here in town, but she was rather fond of the quirky ones, as they seemed so few and far in between.
That was the kind of thing Gabriel liked about people -- cheerfulness in the face of everything. As long as it was genuine, and Greer seemed to be genuine. “Yeah, we’re dating, I guess, seeing how it goes. No solid labels on it yet,” he answered with a warm smile. “She’s definitely colorful.” He couldn’t help but look incredibly pleased about that, because he was. Things were going really well between them, and it was nice to be seeing a girl who felt like she was on his level, magic-wise. “And you came with ... shit, I forget his name, sorry, but the uh, guy who runs the cemetery?”