The operative word, of course, was seemed. The Goldeneye harbored a dark secret from its adoring patrons. If anyone bothered scrutinizing the bouncers and waiters, he might notice that they all had the same builds and blank expressions. Dare to start a conversation with aforementioned bouncers and waiters, it wouldn't go too far.

"Hey, Bernie. How're you doin'?" Gabriel greeted one of the bouncers.

"Derr, hi Gabriel." He glanced at her partner. "Agent Steelbeak."

"Outta da way, ya mook, 'n' let us in." Steelbeak groaned, shoving the cleverly disguised F.O.W.L. henchman out of the way to enter the Goldeneye. He was about to head for the staircase at the back sectioned off by a velvet rope with a sign marked "V.I.P. Only," but Gabriel snagged him and pulled him over to a table.

"Have a seat. Relax." She said, then snapped her fingers. Another eggman in a waiter's uniform plopped a menu down in front of her.

"What is dis?" Steelbeak growled at the waiter. "Ya idiot! Ya don't just drop da menu on da table. Dis is a 'igh-class joint! Where's yer manners?"

"Duuuh, sorry." The eggwaiter picked up the menu and handed it to each guest smoothly.

"Dat's better. Just because we know da real deal here, dat don't mean ya can drop yer act. Or da menus for dat matter." Steelbeak sneered at his subservient. "Now gimme a martini."

"Pale Sunrise," Gabriel instructed the waiter. "And I want that with crushed ice, not cubed!" As he was about to depart, Steelbeak deftly stuck his foot out in the eggwaiter's path. He promptly crashed to the floor.

"Whoops." Steelbeak said nonchalantly. "My mistake, pal."

Gabriel suddenly grinned and stood up. "Be right back, Steels, gotta go socialize."

The way she'd said 'socialize' made Steelbeak raise an eyebrow, and he watched as she walked over to another table. She promptly invited herself to sit down beside a somewhat handsome single mallard.

"Hey there." Grinned Gabriel.

"Uhhh hi," he said, adjusting his sailor collar a bit under her flirtatious gaze.

"This seat taken?"