#...owo

          as if mr. mysterious couldn’t get any hotter, he’s got an accent to boot. gavin isn’t sure where from specifically, but he isn’t curious enough to ask. all he cares about is the guy doesn’t immediately ignore him or call him a slur and try to punch him in the face. it is considered a more seedy, anonymous hook-ups and cheap shots kind of bar, but you can never be too sure. especially gavin, who technically shouldn’t be allowed to drink here anyway. fuck it, he’s six months shy of twenty-one and he couldn’t have cared less about breaking the rules. 

          it actually works, holy shit, gavin only stuttering for just a second before taking a seat proper beside the older gentleman as he orders them two drinks. his smile is cocky but not so much you want to slap it off of him. just enough to get his foot in the door, so to speak. just enough to make you think he knows what he’s doing.