Van & Gil
Gil turned around, feeling darkly pleased that he had at least upset Van. "It's not embarrassing that I'm single," Gil said, his voice sharp and unhappy. "The problem is... it's..."
The elf wavered, because he was not quite sure what the problem was, other than that he was feeling jealous of Caitlin. Felicity. Whomever. He quickly took a large gulp of his drink, before his sharp eyes focused on Van again. "Why the fuck do you even care, anyway? Don't you have a Caitlin to worry about?" His eyes narrowed. "You're supposed to keep the mask on til twelve, you idiot."