Hearing Janus’ offer and Eve’s toast, Gabriel wonders over to the table. He’s got a beer in one hand, which he sits on the table.
“So Janus, is that stuff just good for you awakened types, or do us poor mundanes get some of it too?” So saying, Gabriel rolls up the sleeve over his right bicep. Janus and Eve hear a soft click as a compartment in the blackened arm pops open. Gabriel pulls out a small vial and the compartment closes. He rolls his sleeve down to cover it up again.
“I’ve got a buddy of mine who works down near Fort Lewis. He’s got a pretty nice little shadow garage running down there. Of course, you know how motor-heads can get, refining fuel additives and making “special octane boosters” isn’t all they can cook up.”
Gabriel pops the top off of the vial and pours a bit into his beer. Then holding it up, he offers the rest to Janus. “Wanna bit? Guaranteed to put hair on your chest.” He glances over to Eve. “Which is, of course, why I’m not offering any to you lovely friend.”