Gavin was well on his way to a good buzz, he was on his ninth bottle, well enough to but two good sized men in their graves twice over from alcohol poisioning. Outwardly and with everyone else the demon was rowdy and acted like a five year old that had had too much sugar.
Alone however, he was a somber being prone to reliving old days of glory with Ghede as they shared drinks or still communicating with the others back at home. There was times when he missed it, the tormented screams of souls forever entrapped. Being back in Salem after all of this time, even he could tell what was happening to his co-workers, not that he would stop the spirits from having their bit of fun.
So he sat with the nearly full bottle of booze, folding pieces of paper into various shapes. Currently working on an army of penguin, he sat the finished one down and grabbed another piece of paper as he looked up.
"Welcome you horny bag of tits. Come drink with me and recreate 'The March of the Penguins' with me."