Second Floor
Should have just bought it, wrapped some stupid bow around it, shoved it into that apartment with a big fat 'MERRY FUCKING CHRISTMAS!' card attached to it. Why hadn't he? Why not? Why? Because he sucked at this, that's why!
"Will you just. Stop. Talking about the fucking girl already?!" Gaius ripped the door open, gesturing at it with a gloved hand impatiently.
"Drinks. Outside. As many as you like. Open bar. All night long."