Van & Gil
Gil was not having a good time. Almost everyone was so neatly paired off and the ones that weren't were ugly or James. It bothered him that there were so many heterosexual pairings: other than that insipid angel-demon couple, everybody was pretending to be nice and straight. Typical.
And then he saw Van approaching him and that did not at all improve his mood. How did that kid look so hot wearing a faux-James Dean costume and a stupid Anonymous-mask? Fuck. Gil was not in the mood, especially not because he particularly despised Caitlin. She was just the worst.
"Perhaps it's hanging out with the rest of your jeans," Gil bit back, before downing the rest of his drink. At least someone had had the foresight to spike the punch. "What is with your outfit? Are you being ironic or something?"