Time-Warp Gabriel
Summer, perhaps my least favorite time of the year, Gabriel thought with a grimace. The warmth made wearing proper clothing, black slacks and a maroon dress shirt, akin to torture. He disliked sweating just because he walked from a parking lot into a place of business just because the heat and currently oppressive sunlight.
The only good think about Summer is the clothing women sometimes wear, he thought to himself, admitting that he did like skirts of reasonable length. He wondered if it was a by product of the time period when he was born or raised, but he wasn't a fan of women walking around half clothed. A woman smartly dressed could be a thousand times more sensible than a girl running around in what was literally her nickers.
His time in the Nexus had so far been interesting, his dalliance with Emily had ended amicably when she started a relationship with a young woman with an interesting ability. Which meant he was on his own, a rogue agent if you will. Which, to his own surprise he was dabbling in intelligence once again. His "cover" if you will, was at the Romantic Tale, a host club where he got paid well just by spending time with women. Sure, he did things like sell drinks or whatnot, but most of his time was spent providing pleasant company to lonely women while they bought him drinks in the hopes that he would sleep with them.
Of course, Godmother was appalled by this, but it was fairly easy work and he hadn't accepted an offer for sex yet so he wasn't a prostitute.
It also meant that women, and some men, told him things after enough complements had been played and enough liquor had flowed. Occasionally dangerous things that he would research on his own. Depending on the out come, he gave that information for others. Sometimes he even sold it.
He didn't worry about working later tonight because he was off, so he was going to explore the city and see what sort of mischief he could discover during daylight hours for once.
