Hell's Kitchen (DISCONTINUED)

2: Second Breakfast

Well, this is going to be fun. Ok, not fun. Eventful? Yeah, that works.

Still, none of my concern. My current problem was that I'd been interrupted in my butter devouring by Gabriel. Probably just jealous I had some and he didn't. Always wanting to have what we've got.

Sorry, that's unfair. Shouldn't blame him for what he can't control. Especially now. He deserves a bit of slack- not that I don't offer it in the first place. To be truthful, I rarely spend time with him. He rarely spends time with anyone- he likes to keep himself to himself. Wish some of the others would learn from that (cough, Abigail, cough). At a guess, I'd say Eve knows him best. Alhough even she's not been permitted to accompany him at this moment in time, instead standing outside his door to the blaring of music. He's probably listening to something else through his headphones- simply wants to drown out the world. I wonder if he'd let me slip in there to grab the Doritos I've got stashed under his bed. Bad time? Quite possibly. Still, he's got to come out eventually- he'll need to eat, and he's got no idea there's food with him. For now, I'll have to grab my back-up supply from Cain's wardrobe. Or not. Currently he's watching me from his bed, using his vicious stare as a makeshift sentry turret. Back to the kitchen then.

I return to my butter. Might sound disgusting, but I swear I'm not usually this bad. My 'compulsions' usually pass themselves off as a desire for a higher than average snack consumption. Even so, I have my more excessive days, this being one of them. Let's not go into my worst. Suffice to say, we've been banned from four different pizza joints. Would have been a fifth if Ben hadn't stolen my keys. Hold on, my mistake...Cupiditias. Have to get used to the bullcrap traditions once more if Lu's coming to visit. One problem of being acquainted with the lord of darkness: He's picky. One mistake and He could just incinerate us. Not that He would- ah, who am I kidding. None of us have any idea of His mind, except maybe Gabriel. I'd rather not ask. I'm good with the rumours; I don't want to consider how true they are. 

Thinking about it, I likely know more than the others. They generally ignore me, assuming I'm just after their food. Which, I'll admit, is true. Doesn't mean the reverse is also true and I'm not listening to them. I keep my ear to the ground. It's how I know the stories. As far as I know, nobody specifically told anyone, we all just somehow found out about it. We don't talk about it- ever. Not until today when we saw the look on his face. A look I feel we'll have to get used to. Oh yeah, forgot I had those Pringles! Mmm. Crunch, crunch, snatch-

"Seriously, you're eating at this time?"

Sigh. Abigail. Cannot catch a break today. Am I not allowed to dig into my albeit substantial rations?

"Seriously, how can being the embodiment of Pride mean you're just a massive asshole, Superbia?" I mock. "Anyway, I'm kind of contractually obligated to be like this, remember? Same way you're forced to be a massive dickbag. Though I have a feeling you weren't much different before Lu showed up."

Her mouth falls open in fake shock, but her eyes are daggers. "Well, excuse me for caring for a friend. I'll have you know, I'm very worried about him. I'd be in there right now with him if the door wasn't locked."

I view her with the contempt and deduction of a snarky cop. "Interesting. Because if I recall, the only reason we know all the shit that went on between him and Lu is because somebody told him. Gee, I wonder who that was?"

Oh, that does it. She storms out, chucking my Pringles to the ground in anger. Dammit, they're going to be broken. I check the can- no, surprisingly intact. I resume my ingestion, soon joined by Eve (sorry-Libidine), who's apparently given up on trying to get past the barricade of emo. She grabs the wine, choosing to drink straight from the bottle. If I was to be generous, I'd say that's due to the stress of the day, rather than any kind of alcohol problem. If I wasn't... to be fair, I'd say the same. She doesn't drink that often. 

"He's not relenting, is he?" I question, not really needing an answer.

"Of course not," she replies between gulps, her Italian accent becoming more prominent as she despairs. "He just needs some time. Hardly the best news, is it. Say," she begins, viewing me with a curious eye, "How much do you actually know about Gabriel?"

'Enough," I respond, miraculously putting down the crisps momentarily. "I mean, I'm not too sure on the nitty-gritty, but I know the basics. How Lu-"

"And what about in general?" she intersects. 

"Well..." I consider. "No prizes for guessing which sin he's meant to be. Though it's hardly manifested itself as traditional envy. More insecurity if anything, which I suppose is logical. No idea why he was chosen. Not sure I want to. And obviously, I can infer exactly the way he leans by the way he looks at you."

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she snaps in an indignant tone,  briefly forgetting the sensitive topic.

"Simple. He doesn't." 

She almost looks impressed. She looks ready to say more, but we're both distracted by a crash coming from the hallway. We run out the door, me grabbing up the Pringles now the serious discussion is over. 

Inevitably, it's Cain (Ira) starting a fight, today with Stephen (Desidia), currently laying in his favourite floor position. Personally, I'm shocked he shifted from the stool. Unfortunately for our eardrums (and that vase I was storing Polos in) that's not enough movement, causing this unbearable shouting match. Well, more one side shouting with the other muttering obscenities. Luckily, Eve has a particular talent for settling these things down. Just a few minutes near Cain calms him completely- mainly because he doesn't want to deal with the feeling of romance rushing upon him. Not that Stephen could do much to resist if he decided to submit. 

Cain storms off to his room, annoyed at having to contain himself. Eve grins, walking towards the balcony. Stephen does nothing. I meanwhile grab a comfy seat in the living room. I've got something to enjoy...