The music room was suddenly full to the brim with girls sitting around coffee tables with at least one host. Every table donned a vase of roses and elegant tea sets, clearly very rare and valuable. Soft piano music floated through the air but was drowned out by the obsessive chattering on the crowd of teenage girls.
"Um, Gabriel, what's your favourite song?" A mild voice asked conversationally gazing in admiration at the male whose arm was draped around her shoulder.
"What song? The one that reminds me of you, of course," he responded smoothly before heaping his plate with cake and taking an abnormally large bite from it.
"That reminds me; I baked you a cake today. Would you like to taste it?" another voice inquired.
"Only if you'll feed it to me," he responded, propping up her chin so their eyes met; faces so close it was as if they were about to kiss.
"You're so dreamy!" She squirmed under his grip giggling uncontrollably. Another girl added herself to the crowd around him on the impressively expensive couch.
"Gabriel, I've heard the host club is keeping a little kitten without a pedigree," she remarked, gazing confidently at the host before taking a sip of tea, more gracefully than you'd think possible.
"I don't know if I'd call him that," he chuckled dismissively, shovelling more cake into his mouth in a significantly less elegant manner. Girls continued to fawn over him regardless of his lack of etiquette regarding food. "Speak of the devil!" He waved at the newest recruit who seemed extremely tired, carrying a plastic shopping bag. He continued walking; posture slumped as he approached Gabriel.
"Thanks for doing the shopping, Samsquatch! Did you get everything on our list?"
"What? Samsquatch?" The mumbling wasn't heard by the host who had continued flirting with newcomers to his table. With an elongated sigh, the Winchester placed the bag at the far end of the room on one of the spare tables.
"What is this?" Gabriel asked, waving a jar of instant-coffee at Sam who had started reading his law textbook despite the chaos around him.
"It's what it looks like. Coffee." The blunt response didn't deter the shorter from asking further questions.
"I've never seen this brand before. Is this the kind that's already ground?"
"What do you mean? It's instant-coffee," he replied, starting to become confused.
"Instant?" Everyone around him cocked their heads, seemingly never having heard of instant coffee. "Oh! I've heard of this, it's commoner's coffee! You just add hot water," he jumped up extremely proud of his knowledge on 'commoners'. Suddenly mutters surrounded them varying from "I didn't know there was such a thing," to "Is this a real thing?" or "So it's true, poor people don't even have enough time to grind their own coffee beans!"
"Commoners are pretty smart," a British voice chimed in, now known to belong to Balthazar.
"Wow, 100g for that price?"
"That's a lot less than we usually pay," Ezekiel and Samandriel both added. Before having the jar snatched away from them by a grumpy Winchester.
"I'll go get something else. Sorry for not buying you guys expensive coffee!" With that he started to trudge away, law textbook in tow.
"No. I'll keep it," Gabriel raised his hand dramatically before continuing "I'm going to give it a try." Suddenly he snatched back the jar of coffee, raising it above his head and standing triumphantly, "I will drink this coffee!" A round of applause filled the room as he headed to the kettle situated at the back of the room.
"Okay, Sammy, why don't you come and make some of this coffee," he requested, gesturing to the teacups lined up across the coffee table by the kettle. The only thought that came to Sam's mind was "I hate all these damn rich people," before complying and demonstrating the art of pouring hot water into cups of coffee granules.
"Oh Gabriel, now you're taking the joke too far. You won't be able to stomach that crap. You don't have to drink it just because he bought it," a snide remark broke through the suspense before the girl from earlier who had commented on him being a 'kitten' noticed Sam glaring tiredly at her. An exaggerated smile stretched across her face before she added, "Sorry, I was talking to myself." He ignored it before handing a cup to Gabriel. Girls stared blankly at their cups "I'm a little scared to drink this stuff," one girl commented.
"I'm afraid if I drink this, my father will be mad at me," another added before Gabriel propped her head up so their eyes met, much like he had earlier. It seemed to be his signature move.
"What if I let you drink it from my mouth," he flirtatiously purred, stroking her cheek causing her to blush profusely. The whole room erupted with excited shrieks at the remark as Gabriel continued to hold the girl close.
"This is ridiculous," Sam sighed, shuffling away with his textbook, leaving the chaotic scene behind him and curling up in front of the curtain that covered where the piano was situated.
