Gage had been living quite the life prior to his arrest which meant coming into the Regiment was stifling at best. You didn't take a guy who was used to rolling in a lot of money and give him the basics required to live then not expect him to want a little extra.
He had a particular vice, for a particular type of bourbon, and the Shopette definitely did not cater for it. After having spoken to the skitterish kid who looked like he wouldn't say boo to a ghost he had found out that he needed to speak to Stephanie.
Of course what he hadn't been expecting was the basketball to the head though small as it was it didn't hurt too much and he caught it before it fell to the ground. "Bored I take it?"