There are a hundred ways they could have phrased it to leave your curiosity sated and your mind at ease. So many different expressions which still convey the same general idea, but without the added bonus of completely throwing your world off its axis.

"You're having a boys night." It's a statement, but Gabriel still refuses to look at you as if he is intentionally evading a question.

"That is what I said."

You release a breath, trying to blow a smoke ring with your cigarette and failing. "In which the three of you are going to do what, exactly?"

"We? Are going to talk about sex and drugs and alcohol."

You snort derisively. "Let me know how that goes, will you?"

He finally turns the full force of his tired blue eyes on you, but you've long grown used to his unblinking stare. "We're men. What makes you think we can't hold a conversation involving manly topics?"

You stub out the cigarette in his half full glass of wine, and put your hands behind your back. "I've seen you try to have manly conversations. You talk like an nineteenth century gentleman, Neil starts swearing at you all in Chinese and Chris is always on the phone to his wife, telling her that he still loves her and would never dream of cheating on her and God mocks you all and then I laugh."

He tosses back his head and laughs richly, resting a hand on your shoulder. "You make us all sound like Jr. High students on our first band camp."

You smirk, and brush off his hand. "I'll believe this boys night idea of yours when I see it."

He shrugs. "You won't see it, Pretty girl. That's the entire point."

"And here I thought the entire point was to talk about sex, drugs and alcohol with two other guys who you have no affection for at all."

"My only vice against Neil is his connection with you."

"You trying to be seductive, Gabe? Because it's not working."

He smiles, and takes a step back. "I'll believe that when I see it."