( gavinxshepard )
Gavin couldnât have agreed more with Gus. Why was he so preoccupied with work? He was with incredibly amazing company. Shaking his head, he then nodded and stretched the smile across his face. âI mean, I truthfully just wanted to know what itâs like for you ând get to know you better. But, no more work â What are we even doing to ourselves,â he pressed hips lips together and maneuvered a âlock and keyâ motion to his lips. âDefinitely, I wouldnât leave you hanging, Squishy! I swear not to leave you too drunk on a bar stool. Not tonight, not tomorrow, not ever. But, I canât promise you that we wonât throw up after we drive those go-karts,â he chuckled. Gavinâs eyes moved off of Gus and to the crowd that he pointed out. Taking a second to notice the crow, he nodded. âYeah â I donât know if thatâs a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe theyâre having a deal or somethinâ and get drunk for cheaper,â he raised a brow at the thought. âCâmon, letâs get in line before it gets any longer,â picking up speed, Gavin placed his hand with Gusâ and lightly brought the two together to the line.
âno more work,â he agrees. âwe could be having this conversation later, while iâm at work, or something. imagine that, how much less stressful itâd be if you were there,â he sighs happily, raising his arms so that his elbows pointed out and his palms were resting on the back of his head ââ as if he were laying on the beach, or something. âplus ââ if i do the same for you, iâll find out exactly what you do, my friend. i bet youâre incredibly important, with your good math skills and high roll in persuasion. but of course âââ he repeats their motion, sealing the zipper on his lips just to throw away the key; and when heâs done, he offers them a quick, playful wink. âoh gosh âââ he continues, switching gears. âthank you. iâve had friends do that to me because as iâve mentioned before, i get pretty schwifty. it wasnât fun,â he frowns. âoh! thatâd be good. then iâd feel less bad about you paying for stuff.â he admits, smiling bashfully. as he gets tugged along his opposite hand moves to cover the lower half of his face; an effort to stifle any giggles that may have bubbled up from within him, but also to hide that ridiculous blushing of his ââ âi-it looks like it's just happy hour,â he says after moving his hand away from his face, standing on the tip of his toes to see a nearby sign. âiâve never seen it this busy. if you didnât feel like waiting we could, yâknow ...â he trails off.Â











