Trev Scabior sold his scruples for a galleon. (opportunist) wrote in wished,
Trevor let the women have their conversation, content to sit beside them and enjoy his drink in what, he was sure, was a well behaved manner. He sipped his liquor and watched the crowd for a bit but eventually turned his attention to Gretchen, noting the way she seemed to be utterly enthralled with the blond, like the enthusiasm Keg showed with a new toy. He thought about what Gretchen mentioned before about how she happened upon her brother and realised, late in the game, that Natalie was more than just some friend.
He shifted a little and wrapped his arm a little tighter around Gretchen, suddenly more interested in their conversation than he'd been. He was aware Gretchen's tastes were more open than his. He'd known she slept with other birds before but had never really witnessed it himself. "I'm getting the whiskey," he muttered in Gretchen's ear, looking between them once more before sliding out of the booth to fetch the bottle from the bar. He wasn't sure what he thought of what was going on, it was new to him, but he knew he wanted drinks faster than the bartender was going to send them along.