Van & Gil
Van was having a better time at the dance than he could have hoped. Caitlin seemed to be enjoying herself and he knew that would leave a good impression on himself, especially if he ever wanted her to hang out with him again. He was quite pleased with himself when Caitlin left to use the restroom and he looked around the room at all the ridiculous costumes. What a bunch of freaks.
A figure among them he recognized. Van almost turned away, hoping Gil wouldn't see him, but the elf was quick and those sharp eyes spotted him. Van played it cool, sticking his hands in the back pockets of his ripped jeans and looked up at the ceiling, like he was only checking out the stars that scattered over their heads.
He and Gil had not ended well the last time they spoke. Gil seemed mad and Van could guess why, but it surprised him. Why was Gil, who slept with so many, upset about Van going to the dance with someone else? He wouldn't have gone at all if it had been any other way, and he certainly wouldn't have asked someone to be his date in earnest. It was embarrassing enough to suggest to Caitlin that they go and watch the freaks and geeks.
Sighing, Van decided he might as well get this over with, and since Caitlin wouldn't be back for a couple minutes, he could hopefully clear the air with Gil and get back to standing by himself before she saw him with the elf. Van wasn't quite sure why he didn't want people to know about him and Gil, but it was an instinct he acted on.
"Nice mask," he snickered as he walked up to Gil. "Missing half of it, aren't you?"