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It's late; it's very late, in fact.

All the guests by now have gone, with calls of thanks and well-wishes and assorted compliments, as well as the occasional invitation for some future event. The catering staff and additional security have finished their work and discreetly vanished also, leaving behind them a night's work well done.

The family, in turn, has retired upstairs. There, Gabriel had poured drinks for everyone as they all gathered to unwind from the events of the evening -- incredibly successful though it had been. Crowley, too, had stayed with them for a few glasses before making his excuses and departing.

Now, here at the end of the night, it's just Gabriel and Regan, Simon and Kaylee, comfortably settled in the upstairs sitting room.

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Regan shrugs, with a faintly self-deprecating smile. (Which is not to say she's not pleased that Gabriel mentioned it.)

"It was a knack, I suppose."

"Something of the sort," he says dryly. Gabriel turns his attention to Simon and Kaylee, explaining,

"She was pretty much a natural at it, dŏng ma? She won every friendly contest I saw her in there, at least."

"So ... what were you doing there, ba?"

Regan and Gabriel exchange glances -- hers amused, his resigned -- before Regan answers.

"We'd been seeing each other for a while by then, so I invited him to come along."

"It was my first opportunity to meet several of her closest friends," he says.

That look of resignation isn't going anywhere. Gabriel knows there's no way he's getting out of having this story told.

"Including Dennis."

"He was not one of my closest friends," Regan protests, laughter threading through her voice.

With dignity, "He was a friend. And a little protective."

"...I see."

Simon leans forward, hands clasped loosely, elbows on knees.

He's not grinning. Really he's not.

"What wound up happening?"

Oh, Gabriel gets to be the one to tell this portion of the story.

He gets a look cheerfully informing him of this fact.

The dry look that Regan receives in answer is speaking in itself, but he sighs, and explains,

"It seems that Dennis was particularly fond of your mother, not at all certain I was acceptable company for her, and of a nature inclined to play practical jokes."

A beat.

"I believe I already mentioned that he was an excellent bartender."

"...sounds like a fella we know," says Kaylee, particularly innocently. "Name of Mike." Beat. "So what happened?"

Nnnnnot looking at Simon. Because. Yes.

Also: story.

Simon's gaze drops to the floor; he's still grinning, but it's an embarrassed grin now.

Not saying a word, though.

"Well," Regan says cheerfully -- Gabriel, beside her, is back to deliberately dignified silence -- "Dennis eventually insisted that as a guest, he should try the specialty of the house."

"I think he made it up on the spot. I never did dare ask what was in the thing."

What Regan is not saying: Gabriel, at Simon's age, was at first endearingly awkward that evening, and thereafter proved to be quite an adorable drunk.

"And I still couldn't tell you." He's a little flushed with embarrassment at the memory, but here and now it doesn't matter. Gabriel finally laughs.

"However, your mother forgave me for my albeit-unexpected overindulgence, and also for my distinct lack of skill with darts." The look he gives Regan is very fond. "On the other hand, I'm not sure Dennis ever forgave me entirely for marrying her-- but he did attend our wedding, so that's something."

And so it goes from that point forward. A few more anecdotes are traded, a few more amusing stories told, covering far-earlier days as well as the near present. Eventually, everyone's tired enough that the two couples go their separate ways, and the evening comes to its natural close.

In later years, when he looks back on this night, Gabriel knows that he will always remember this: himself and Regan, Simon and Kaylee, comfortable and at ease and happy in one another's presence, there upstairs on the first family evening in the new home in New Mayfair.

One couldn't ask for a better housewarming.

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