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Gabriel Espinoza

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Gabriel watched the fight brew impassively. He could step in, but that would only cause twice as many problems and he would always be inclined to side with Remy - and that would piss his sister off so he chose to just wait and watch until Morgan resolved things. Gabe let his gaze wander over the landscape around them, to the tree line just beyond where he thought for a split second he saw movement. It wouldn't be unusual really, there were loads of animals out here, and quite a few warning signs about the more territorial ones. Bears, Mountain Lions, and Elk were known offenders in this area. Which, made him more nervous than anything that they would be spending time up here among them.

By the time they were done with their little pissing match he could feel the cold creeping in. Even though he was probably the most practically dressed here. While it wasn't too bad here at the base, Mountain weather usually didn't follow the same patterns. Who knew if it would be worse up near the lodge or not. He had packed extra coats just in case his idiot friends didn't. Maybe, if he felt bad enough he'd offer one to Paige - seriously who thought wearing shorts would be a good option in this weather? Light snowfall or not, it's not that hard to get hypothermia.

Finally, when everyone cut the shit and started heading his way he let out a sigh of relief. The sooner they got up to the lodge the faster they'd all get warm. He was growing sick of the outdoors already, too bad they'd be spending so much time in it. Morgan and Paige were quick to come to a stop near him, Paige, being her usual bitchy self-poking a manicured finger at him. “Just keep that bitch as far away from me as possible,” He had no qualms about separating the two but grimaced anyway.

“Morgan and Trish are riding up with me, keep that little monster on your side of things.” Her other hand motioned to Remy. Gabriel almost considered asking Remy to ride with the blonde if only so that issue would be dealt with. Paige needed her ass handed to her badly. She was simply intolerable. Plus, he didn't much like being poked. He rolled his eyes and smacked her hand away, mumbling under his breath as she walked on ahead. Trish followed at their heels looking a little too interested in Gabe as she passed by - all these girls were going to drive him to an early grave.

He watched Remy and Pax approach and smiled lightly, while he wasn't as fond of Pax's teasing he could tolerate the little shit for a while - and Carter was just behind them. Gabriel couldn't, in good conscious subject him to the stupidity that would result in riding with Paige. "We'll send them up first," He said, knowing that this would only be a short reprieve from the arguments that were sure to fill this holiday. Hopefully, the lodge would be big enough that they could all sort off into their own groups before long.

Not wanting to allow any more room for argument he leads the way into the station and watched his sister and the other two settle into one of the cars. The automatic doors slid into place, and with a mock salute towards Morgan he sent them on up. Once that was settled he threw his spare bags into the other car and beckoned the remaining three to pack in as well. They were up in the air not too long after, heading towards the lodge at long last. The ride wasn't long enough to really leave room for deep conversation, light small talk mostly and Gabes mood didn't allow for much of that on his end anyway.

They were let off at another small building that served as a stop, as well as had the necessary controls for sending the cars back down to the starting station. From there it was a short walk through some trails - thankfully clean and tidy - before they arrived at the lodge. Gabe noted that the place looked significantly less creepy than he initially thought it would. As far as decorations go, it was grand but sparse and lacking the blood spatter he assumed there would be. Well, that in and of itself was interesting enough - he wondered what type of scares were really in place if things weren't going to be so outwardly transparent.

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"Bitch better hope I don't break it for her." Useless posturing. She chose to ignore that bit of bait, if the beast wanted a fight she’d let her throw the first punch. At least then Morgan wouldn't be able to blame her for the resulting violence. Paige knew her limits, knew she’d be no match in a fight but that did nothing to stomp out the fire growing in her gut. Anger had its claws in her, tearing a path from brain to mouth. Where logical thought refused to take place. She glanced at Morgan, feeling stung when she didn't take sides. She should have known better of course, a mediator at heart as usual. Where Paige was fire and doom, she was sunshine and fucking butterflies. Christ.

”Can we stop measuring dick length already?” Morgan asked then, breaking the tension. Paige wanted to deck Remy for snorting but turned her own look on her friend. She as well and truly frazzled if she was reprimanding them all like that. “Not if-“She was effectively interrupted, though her words were meant for Morgan only the loudmouth goth was already talking again. Of course. Paige barely spared a look for anyone else present, her attention was fully on the bitch.

"How are we suppose to measure dick lengths if they're all up Paige's bleached asshole." Paige grit her teeth, almost snarling. Some rational part of her brain stopped her from using denial as a tactic, if she chose argument over insult it’d just cause more of a headache.

“At least I fuck people who have a pulse. I’m sure you have no reservations for the dearly departed.” Back to petty insults. Wash, rinse, repeat until Paige got bored – she was quickly tiring. As if the fight she wanted to start was just too annoying to continue on with. Besides, Morgan’s next words deflated her a bit. She had promised not to start shit early on, and broken that promise before they had even made it to the lodge. Paige bit her tongue when the need to continue on rose up in her. She could behave for now. No fist fights at least. She avoided looking at Remy as Morgan lead her away. The punk wannabe was nothing but an insignificant bug in her eyes.

“Just keep that bitch as far away from me as possible,” Paige mumbled to Morgan, a promise unspoken between them. It would be impossible to keep them from crossing paths, but Paige could pacify her friend with loose promises. So long as she didn't have to see that ugly mug she’d be just fine. As they neared the door she looked at Gabe, disapproving as usual. She sneered, and pressed one manicured nail to his arm. “Morgan and Trish are riding up with me, keep that little monster on your side of things.” Her other hand motioned to Remy.

Feeling at least a little accomplished she shook Morgan off and headed in, her eyes hard set as she took in the state of this building. Gabe’s marks of obsession were all over this place. She ignored it and went to the tracks, where a few cars were waiting to take them up. It looked like each could hold about four people, which meant the group could be evenly split. Then again, things were never that easy with them. Paige rolled her eyes and started towards the first car. The sooner they got up to the goddamn lodge the better.