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Training, Trevor glanced back at the crew as the word reminded him he had a few betting debts to follow up on and looked back at Gretchen, about to say something when he stopped himself. He was never used to company and censoring himself in their pub.
Sinking back against the booth, Trevor put his arms up on the back of it, draping one around Gretchen's shoulders. He caught the bartender's eye from across the room and jerked his head, ready for his own refill.