"We had an agreement about dancing a couple of seconds ago, too," Gabe points out. Takes the other's hand and physically puts the bottle into it. Closes the other's hands, literally crawls into the other's lap like he belongs there. Licks his lips brings a hand up to stroke his hair, messing it from that fine hairstyle.

"C'mon. I'll let you off the hook for the dance thing if you have one more. Plenty of time to go screw your girlfriend."