For some reason, Gavin had also tossed his name into the draw. Why the hell not? By the time his device started buzzing, he'd finished two Jack and Cokes. Not anywhere close enough to be drunk, but his head was swimming a little bit.

"And all be subs?" Gavin asked, raising an eyebrow, unimpressed. The black line down his throat that disappeared into the v-neck of his sweater was bold and obvious, "I think, the idea is that we're not supposed to see that shit here. Doesn't exist."

He took a seat next to Juno and held out his hand, "Gavin. And... yeah, sure, I was doing Jack and Coke, but I think I might just go with straight Jack at this point. Unless you've got a better suggestion. I usually stick with beer. Just. Needed something fucking stronger."