Tracey turned away from her drink, sitting on the bar, "Grabriel, ¿que pasa?" She asked, slipping into his language - something she learned over the years after they'd split up - easily. She reached for her cosmo and sipped at it, wondering where Daphne had gotten off to. They'd come out to celebrating officially being roommates, Tracey leaving the tyranny of her mother, and all that. Tracey had even thrown on a dress for the occasion and put her hair up simply.