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Okay, so it wasn't exactly sweet of him to play pranks on the theatre kids so much, but Gabe figured that since it was his senior year, he had to make the most of it. And watching from the catwalk above the stage while some dork in tights stepped out to deliver a line and got soaked with water never got old.
Gabriel, Crowley, and Balthazar laughed uproariously while a pissed-off Adam wrung out the edge of his tunic. He looked up and started cussing them out. Naomi, the director of the whole stupid thing, came out to give them a stern talking-to.
"Gabriel. Balthazar. Crowley. If you don't stop pranking the theater department while we're trying to work, I will report you to the principal. And trust me, you don't want that on your record." She crossed her arms and glared up at them.
"Naomi, dear," Balthazar said, striding lazily down the catwalk steps with Gabriel and Crowley close behind, "what, pray tell, do you think you could do to our records that hasn't been done already? I mean, they've practically been to hell and back."
Gabriel chimed in, "And I don't think you said anything about pranking the theatre kids when they aren't working." He smirked at Naomi and walked out of the theater, slamming the double doors behind him.
The next day, Gabriel set fire to the set.
He hadn't meant to, exactly. It was more a smoke-bomb-gone-wrong kinda thing than actual arson, but he had laughed when the set caught on fire. It wasn't really his fault, right? And watching Naomi practically trip out of her Prada heels to get to the fire extinguisher was funny no matter who you were. The whole crew was muffling giggles, and even the early-bird rehearsal kids (official auditions hadn't been held yet) who hated Gabriel's pranks were holding back smiles as they fanned smoke away from the fire alarms. Even the tech monkeys had come out of the box and were helping to clear up. Gabriel was attempting to sneak out of the theater unnoticed when he caught sight of one who wasn't even trying to hide his fantastic smile. The kid stopped him in his tracks.
Gabriel, being pansexual, didn't have a specific type, but the tech guy ticked all the boxes for him. He was gorgeous- big brown eyes, rumpled brown hair, muscled, and tall- and he seemed to appreciate fine humor. He wore a tshirt that read: "Don't Blink. Blink And You're Dead". Hot nerd, then. Exactly Gabriel's kinda thing. Gabe spent about ten seconds just staring at the guy until Naomi caught him.
"Gabriel. Yes, I see you. You're right there in a leather jacket and a Pink Floyd shirt. It's not exactly inconspicuous."
Gabriel sighed. Curse his impeccable fashion sense. Slowly he turned around to face Naomi's wrath.
"Alone today?"
"Look, Naomi, it was an accident."
"So you can clean it up? Thanks so much. Everyone, back in position."
Gabriel groaned and moved toward the stage. Adam tossed him a mop with a smirk and gestured toward the pile of ash and half-burned boards on the stage. "Get to it, trash boy."
"Really?" said Gabriel, rolling his eyes. "Trash boy? That's what you came up with? I would have thought you'd try a little bit harder for me."
Adam had already turned away and seemed to be attempting to recall a line. Gabriel sent up a quiet prayer that he never remembered it, then took the broom to the stage floor.