Sebastian - or Knox, to the crew - wasn't one for celebrating on a good day. After a night wiping out a nest of vamps he would have preferred to have gone back to his place, taken a long, hot shower, and sat in front of the television with a six-pack. Fun wasn't something he did very often.
You had to know how to pick your battles. Going out and having a couple of beers at the club instead of in his apartment would cost him, at most, a twenty and would save him the headache of having to put up with the bullshit the rest of the crew would probably dish out if he skipped out yet again. So he'd settled at the bar, ordered a Guinness, and watched as Gunn made a beeline for what looked to be the lone blonde head in the group of people on the dance floor. With a shake of his head and the tug of a grin threatening to break free, he turned back around. One beer - maybe two - and he was out.