Gavin crossed the room and opened the door at the sound of the knock. He smiled as he saw the little English girl with a bottle of what looked like heaven. “Aw shucks,” he said, immediately applying his accent. “Just what I needed! Get the fuck inside.” He grinned at her. Gavin needed to get drunk in a bad way. He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside, closing the door behind him. He went to his desk and opened the drawer, procuring two plastic cups from within. “Pour,” he commanded as he held out the cup.
‘No hello hug?” She smirked, making a small, happy noise as he pulled her inside. Amelia laughed, setting her bag on his couch. She wasn’t sure what Gavin drank, if at all, so to see him so excited definitely calmed her down. “Plastic cups, huh farmer? I see we’re drinking in style!” She teased, untwisting the cap and pouring about half a glass for each of them. “Cheers!”