Gabriel Gets Used To... Planning a Wedding

The Bachelor Party - Part 2

Gabriel knew he hated Félix. And no, he wasn't being dramatic. It was the fully concluded truth from years of shit delivered from his nephew. How the guy hadn't pissed anyone off enough to have his nose broken a couple of times was beyond him. He only had to look at Félix and he wanted to shove his head down the toilet and flush it.

But right now, as he stood in a white suit with 'FASHIONATOR' written on the pocket, he wanted to transform into his villainous self and send an akuma solely after the kid.

To add to the fun of the evening, he now seemed to be considered 'one of the gang', a role he'd never wanted and begrudgingly accepted.

"Looking good, my man."

He wasn't a man, and he most definitely wasn't Tony Dupain's man. He was a fully fledged gentleman of the highest order—thank you very much. And these people acting like he was 'on the level' with them were really starting to piss him off.

"You too." Gabriel responded in the politest way he could, refraining from giving Tom a two-fingered 'salute'.

The guy walked up behind him, placing a hand on his shoulder with enough force to almost send him down into the floor below. He made a mental note to contact Nathalie later. He'd need a chiropractor to straighten him out — and a private detective to see if Tony was actually trying to kill him. Maybe he should sleep with one eye open tonight.

Félix's idea was that they all dress like characters from Top Gun, each with their own call names. He studied Tony's pocket: Doughboy, of course.

"So, are you ready for tonight? I'm looking forward to the famed Gabriel Agreste getting merry." Tony's laughter shook the room.

Merry, indeed.

He wanted to be merry anywhere but here — yet he'd made the promise to Nathalie he would come, especially after the embarrassment he'd caused at the engagement party. And the seating plan. And the wedding dress. It seemed each 'event' while they were here was him paying off another of his debts. After the wedding, he was well and truly done!

A knock rattled the door, Tony moving and answering it, slamming his feet together and saluting. "Yes, Sir," Tony said, Gabriel turning and noticing his son standing at the door.

Call name: 'CATWALK'

Gabriel shouldn't have been surprised. Félix hated him. Of course he would give Adrien a call name that indicated his rival and made fun of Adrien's modelling. He could only hope and pray that tonight came with an opportunity to push Félix into the canal.

Adrien laughed and stepped into their room, coming to sit on one of the beds. "You both look amazing. This was such a great idea."

"I think I could be the next Maverick, don't you think?" Tony attempted to 'catwalk' across the room, Gabriel wanting to stick his leg out and tripping the guy up.

"I feel the need..."

"The need for speed!"

Tony and Adrien started laughing, Gabriel wondering why on Earth they would want to take drugs. Is this what Marinette and her meddling family had gotten Adrien into? Hard drugs! He knew she was a bad influence. He turned his attention, ready to confront the pair — ready to stop this wedding.

"You look amazing, Pops." Adrien's nickname for Tony sent a shiver down Gabriel's spine again. How dare they be so friendly?

Tony guffawed like the Gruffalo before crossing his arms over his chest. "How about you, Son? Stand up, let's have a good look."

Son! Tony was talking like he wasn't even in the room with them. Instead it was father son bonding between Luke Skydancer and Chewbungle.

Dramatically, Adrien stood and turned around. Tony pulled his phone from his pocket and snapped a number of pictures.