Gat was acting like he was the one that was high, while Mark had the assumed confidence of someone who was trying to fit in with a crowd. He wasn't a stranger to this sort of thing, by any stretch, but to be here with his best friend, and the girl so obviously into it, that he wanted to be the suave one, the one who let the fun come to him.
He took to looking around the room, with an air of idle curiousity. "Nice place,"