Gabe/Jack
Gabe wasn't normally a coward, but when it came to risking his best friend's anger after being part of a diabolical scheme to trap him in a closet with his hostile ex-girlfriend? Yeah, okay, Gabe was apparently a coward. He made sure to get out of there before Matt had a chance to kill him, mostly because he hadn't wanted to get yelled at by the irate reincarnate of Han Solo, but also because he felt a little guilty.
Look, it wasn't like he'd enjoyed pulling one over on his friend (even if it was a little funny, objectively speaking). He just wanted the guy to be happy. Matt had a real talent for getting in the way of his own happiness and Gabe had stood by watching him do it for years, especially where Lydia was concerned. He knew better than anyone how Matt still felt about her, if he could just stop getting in his own way for even two seconds maybe he could actually get somewhere with her.
At least that's what Gabe was hoping after some convenient Jedi meddling, but a healthy dose of pessimism dictated that it was just as likely to go the other way considering who was involved. Either way, he wasn't keen on sticking around to find out what mood Matt was in once they got out.
Considering this was a Camelot party, Gabe could be a lot less sober than he actually was. Probably had something to do with sustaining injuries from a car wreck just a few days ago, Gabe had tapped out after a couple beers and hadn't even gone near the tequila shots. Very unlike him, but maybe uncharacteristic behavior was expected right after a head injury. Maybe that's what he would tell Matt, once his friend caught up to him mid-Solo sized fit of anger. It wasn't him, it was the concussion!
Despite all of the dancing around with Freya earlier and the excitement from their morally questionable closet hijinx, Gabe felt a chill the closer he got to the front of the castle so he zipped up his leather jacket and pulled out his phone. He thought about calling Reyna, but realized very quickly that with the time difference it was probably already too late where she was. He'd call her in the morning, maybe hop on the MTN to South Carolina while he still had the chance to see them before his next mission. "¿Tienes planes para mañana? Te extraño y Javi."
Closing out his voice-to-text, Gabe waved off a group of rowdy combat soldiers congregating over a table of shots shouting at him to come join them. "No cabrón, I want to be able to walk on my own two feet!" Shaking his head with a knowing grin, Gabe kept going to remove himself from the temptation but almost immediately changed directions at the sight of someone coming his way. A girl from R&D he'd drunkenly made out with at the last Halloween party. Nice enough girl, nothing wrong with her, though she hadn't taken very kindly to Gabe sort of completely forgetting to call her before he left on his next mission. "Mierda."
The problem wasn't that Gabe was bad at relationships, the problem was he didn't really make the effort to be bad at them in the first place. He couldn't even remember the last real relationship he'd had, most of the time when he met someone he almost immediately compartmentalized that with everything else in his life because the mission always came first. No matter what. You couldn't really explain that to a person without them taking it personally, though. His impulsive streak, while not always as destructive as Poe's, still sometimes ended up hurting someone. He'd already risked that with the earlier closet incident, so in the face of yet another potentially awkward situation, Gabe decided to cut his losses. Okay, so he was a coward about two things.
In the end he didn't get far, mostly due to the fact that he almost immediately came face to face with Jack who was in the process of shrugging out of what looked like a full body fur suit. Grin returning to his face, Gabe conveniently forgot about everything that had happened up until now as he sidled up to him. "So, what exactly am I looking at?"