Felicity and Gil
That half-grin lingered on Gil's face again. He could assume the guise of his brother effortlessly and vice versa: they were brothers, so close-knit that it was sometimes hard to figure out where one started and the other began. Only if you knew them well, you would figure out that you weren't talking to the one you thought you were talking to. Gil felt proud that Felicity had not figured it out yet. It seemed he still knew his brother better.
"Do you think I like everyone I socialize with?" Gil said, scoffing. "But you don't have to hold someone in high esteem to have fun with them, you know this. Besides, you can't be that selective if you choose to hang out with the likes of Vixey and Van."
Gil's grin widened, draining some of the harshness out of his words. While he did not care about Vixey particularly, he felt quite venomous about Van tonight. "Are those the only two? A shame. You should be breaking hearts left and right."